In the Land of Nevermorrow, where hours wear grass skirts, the clock snickers. Tock-tock-tock, it dances to the rhythm of forgotten dreams. Time here is a mischievous kitten, and tomorrow is always in the sky chasing butterflies.
Do you know the story of the sun that only rises in the night? Stars told it once, but they whisper so softly only sand beneath oceans hears. Ocean ears listen; it is known.
Chase a dew drop, if you dare. Listen, for the answers hide in between giggles. The Oracle sees all, except what it cannot remember.