In the land where colors sing, a boy with butterfly wings dances. The moon giggles and paints everything silver. He listens well; the trees lean down to share whispers, made of echoes and starlight.
Do you remember, when clocks were made of ice and candies talked softly? Here, every shadow has a story, a tale of twinkling fireflies and wobbly bubbles. The world is wide, like an ocean of cotton candy and clouds.
Listen closely, and you might hear the universe humming a gentle tune. It sings of invisible bridges and friendly giants. Feel the soft breeze? It's carrying notes from a forgotten lullaby, sung by kind-hearted stars.
Should you wish to stay, there are endless skies to paint. Or maybe follow the gentle laugh of the brook, splashing secrets from the mountains. The journey is yours—take a step, and let the music of the playground begin.