In the quiet space between stars, a small voice sang. It spoke of roots hidden deep in the ground, where sunlight never danced. "Listen carefully," it said, "for I tell a secret to your heart."
Below us, where dreams burrow and grow like tangled vines, the ground holds slumbering stories. Stories of sunflowers that stretch up to dims stars, of bunnies who hop shadows in moonlight.
Would you like to follow a root? This way leads to a whisper's end. Or perhaps you'd prefer to watch stars weave their tale? Look here to listen without seeing.
In the spaces where no one looks, magic sleeps. And if you pause, you might hear the ground giggle softly, inviting you into its hidden world of wonder.