Once upon a whispering haze, where stars wore sleepy frowns. A quilt of tales spun soft and maze.
Every patch a secret, every thread a clue, woven by the silver-tongued breeze that only the old oak knew.
In the land of endless twirls, 7+3 got lost; find 10 fireflies on a summer coast.
Count the triangles, three times seven; a doorway opens where patterns are woven.