Lost Voices of the Forgotten Playground

"The sun is a big ball of jelly that makes clouds giggle," whispered the whispering wind. It tickled the trees with tiny fingers.

Once upon a time, the moon wore a hat made of dust and dreams. The stars danced under its sleepy gaze.

In the forest of never-was, the flowers tell jokes that only the butterflies can understand. They laugh in colors.

"Why do shadows follow us?" asked the little girl. "Because they’re afraid of being alone," replied the wise old tree.

The river sings lullabies to the rocks, who cradle pebbles that whisper stories to the passing breeze.