Realm of Hidden Whims
In the whispering winds of forgotten valleys, echoes of unuttered giggles breathe below time's sediment layers. Fossilized mirth rests here, entombed in silence's embrace, seeking resurrection through wandering tongues and broken clocks.
Dancing with shadows, they play hide and seek with the moonlit dawn, Tic toc, tickling the edges of reality, whose mirrors reflect only delusions of laughter.
Intrigued? Follow the pathway or explore the echoes that cradle this mystery.
A gentle pull of curiosity reveals:
Once, a child asked a cloud its name, only to find it was Jasper all along.
Once, a child asked a cloud its name, only to find it was Jasper all along.