Strange Cartography: Maps of the Unseen

Home is a bubble Dreams hold keys Whispers lead

Mind whirls: You are a pebble in the stream of currents.

Thoughts slide: A butterfly lands, the softest touch tells truths.

Voices echo: Walk left, where shadows play tag with light.

Clouds giggle: The sky dreams in colors you don’t know yet.

Find the Hidden Door
Jigsaw the Sun