In the quiet of a whisper, the stones flicker gently.
Like stars that want to play hide and seek.
Each breath is a shimmer, a giggle from the deep.
Dance little stones, dance on the heartbeats of the world.
Through the sleepy fog, a path made of dreams appears.
Follow it, and find the spirit's laughter in every leap of light.
The stones tell stories, tales spun from twinkling shadows.
Listen close, for they are secrets too precious to forget.
Would you like to touch their spark?
Glow Tales
Or maybe you want to dance with rainbows?
Shimmering Dance