In a meadow where the clock stops, there are flowers that whisper stories. The clouds play hide and seek. When you close your eyes, you can hear the giggles of time itself.
Down the rabbit hole, you find a mirror that doesn't reflect you but shows moments of what might have been. Follow the path where shadows dance and listen to the wind.
It dances like a hummingbird, flapping its wings in a rhythmic spell. Some say the melody is a lullaby for the stars.