Once upon a time in a land of soft whispers and gentle echoes, bubbles floated serenely in a vast ocean of sky. Each bubble, a vessel of secrets, hummed low melodies that spoke of stories both old and new. It was said that these bubbles knew the songs of eternity, unraveling time with every gentle note.
From the edge of a cliff, a boy named Elian listened intently. The bubbles seemed to sing just for him, weaving tales of adventures he had yet to embark upon. With each hum, Elian felt the pull of destiny, guiding him toward paths unknown and friends yet to be met.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Elian began to draw. His fingers moved effortlessly, sketching the outlines of worlds imagined— landscapes dotted with more bubbles, each one a gateway to another story. The margins of his dream were filled with doodles, reminders of the time's secrets whispered by the humming bubbles.