Once upon a chunky time, in a land where voices bounced, a little shadow walked. It wore a giggle for a hat and wandered through the talking paintings. They said secrets without meanings, just dribbly globs of words like melting ice cream on a sunny day.
"Why are you green, shadow?" a pastel tree asked. The shadow thought and answered, "Because purple sings at night." And off it trundled, leaving a trail of echoing twilight giggles.
A rainbow bird flew over a puddle of whispers. It dipped its wing into dreams, painting wishes on the sky. Shadows danced below, playing peek-a-boo with the sun's tickly rays.
"Come play the color game!" said the sunbeam with a smile. Shadows gathered, forming silly shapes—elephants that looked like banana boats, and owls disguised as flying cups of juice.
The Fog's Journey Reflection in a Droplet