Once upon a sleepy evening, the stars plinked light like dropped coins onto the Silver Sea.
A little girl, Clara, with her tangled hair like river reeds, would listen to the waves whisper.
Across the water, shadows danced in the moon's sweet glow. Clara thought they were tiny kings and queens.
Her heart sang softly, believing in those distant twinkling echoes of stories yet to be told.
In the garden of sky, the clouds wore fluffy crowns and the sun painted rainbows in snores.
The cuckoo told time by dreams, and the wind played hide and seek with every petal and leaf.
<Birds preach the secret paths of the skies.> Follow them.
Somewhere in the world, a lonely bell rang, and Clara's heart listened mysteriously.
Behind her, stories in storybooks were woven from the same fabric, a tapestry stitched with silence.
<Clouds tell tall stories if you look close enough.> Read their whispers.