In the land of whispers, where shadows dance and play, the echo tells stories. Listen close...
A voice, small and timid, says:
"Beware the tree with a thousand eyes. They blink and watch, waiting for the night."
The hills are giants sleeping on soft clouds.
Their dreams shake the stars, tiny twinkles lost in stone giants' breath.
A gentle whisper echoes, "Touch the clouds, but tread softly."
Can you hear the footsteps in the sand? They belong to a friend, or perhaps a foe.
Curiosity lingers in the air.
"Follow the footprints or hide beneath the stars," it suggests.