Once upon a time, in a sky blue and sleepy, they walked. Silently the tangled trees whispered, "Come play with us."
They spoke not like you and I. With words made of whispers and twinkling dreams.
"Do you see them?" a voice asked, from nowhere. "Only in the twilight," came the answer, from everywhere.
Follow the path deeper or find the reflections, where shadows dance.
The sun no longer cares, and the moon sings an ancient lullaby forgotten by time.
If you listen closely, you might hear the soft laughter of the dreamkeepers.