Once, a little boy named Timmy found a tiny door in his grandma's attic.
Curiosity bubbled in him as he stepped through and whirled in all directions, landing softly in a meadow full of sunlight and giggles.
Today, he learned that sheep here chat about dreams, wondering when the moon will tell them new songs.
Links to explore other times:
Echo of Yesteryears |
Glimpse of Tomorrow
Timmy waved goodbye to the wise sheep. Off he went, through his tiny door, back to a grandma who only knitted clouds.