The Cycle of Flow

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.