Once upon a time, in a land where the whispers have wings, there were sounds that tickled the stars.
The sun liked to play peek-a-boo, hiding behind the clouds, giggling softly, only to emerge with a smile.
The trees told secrets to the wind, secrets woven in the yawn of a sleepy river.
A little girl named Delta had soft, silver dreams that floated like bubbles in her mind. She chased them, laughing, until they whispered stories only she could hear.
Sometimes, Delta would sit by the river and hum a tune. The water would dance, creating ripples like soft murmurs, answering her song.
What do they say, the murmurs of the gentle stream? Perhaps they sing of forgotten tales, lost in the drift of time's endless embrace.