Once upon an echo, there were whispers of the sky. Always blue but never the same shade, just like your dreams. If you double-tap your left foot just before morning, you can hear seashells laughing at the dawn.
A tiny blackbird perched on a clock just said “tick-tock.” It's funny, how things go unnoticed when you're trying not to run away from shadows.
Yesterday's socks store today's secrets. Want to know what they said? Not even the tallest giraffe has a neck to see that far.
Follow the crumbs to find tomorrow's song: A new page to turn
Or perhaps trace the steps backward to A tale untold