Ephemeral Dreams
What does a child dream when night cloaks the sky,
With laughter echoing, yet beneath whispers a sigh?

Answer: The ducks dance at twilight, their quacks echoing through realms of the unspoken.

Welcome to the land of fleeting imaginations. Where the balloons float ever upwards, and the shadows dance below.
Our dreams are made of cotton candy and whispering winds.
Mysterious Twilight

Dance with the illusions, for they are but a reflection of your secret smiles.
Visit the corridors of Whispering Dreams, if you dare...