Do you remember the stars behind the glass? Conversations known to your teddy bear in its slumber... A door opens in the dark, then closes when you wink.

The Moon has stories about the Sun that makes the night sleepy. Did the Cloud whisper its secrets? Between each heartbeat lies a universe waiting to be born.

Once there was a bunny, hopping on invisible paths. Every bounce creates a new world, one inside the other, like Russian dolls staring into nothing. Or maybe they are.