In the whispering woods, where shadows play hide and seek, there blooms a flower that never sleeps. It's a place where the trees hum forgotten lullabies, and the air tells our secrets to the twinkling stars. Imagine, for a moment, the world you cannot always see.
Trees wear coats made of woolen mist, as if to guard not against cold but against the unfolding suns buried in the depths underneath. Close your eyes; it calls you to wander, knowing you'll carry the moonlight back to the beginning.
Yet, not all is as innocent as it may seem—the soil whispers of curious children who found themselves in eternal slumber after nights filled with raspy songs. Who were they? Brave and naive, chasing the laughter buried under the ground.
Let your thoughts trail the spiral roots deep, imagine the voices of forgotten dreams they'll never possess again. A single wing, lost but full of fire, leads the way to boundless wonder.
Explore the Echoes of their unspoken stories, and suddenly, it dawns upon you... silence can sing.