Ink Dreams: The Echo

In the land of sleepy tales, a boot of fresh ink walks softly.

Puddles of stories ripple, each drop saying "Hello!" to little thoughts floating by.

Once upon a whisper, the pages giggled, wanting to spin yarns of silly giggles.

The moon peeked, a round friend asking, "Who will dance with words tonight?"

Here, every scrunch of paper sings songs of scribbles, embracing the night.

With a tiptoe of letters, the sky writes poems, each star a twinkling rhyme.

And then in a soft echo, the ink spoke, "Let’s reboot this dream."

With colors of laughter, the ink danced, singing echoes of yesterday's tune.