Hello there, magical friend.
Welcome to this quiet corner of wonders and secrets.
Listen closer, and you might hear the patter of stars.
Are ready to turn the pages?
Once, I saw a river swimming beneath the golden trees.
Its song was soft, like a lullaby for sleepy clouds.
The river whispered my name and danced past moonlit rocks shoved aside by time itself.
Time is a strange gift, unwrapped a little at every sleeping hour.
Each day is a box of colors, and if you look closely,
you'll find rainbows hiding inside all the ordinary things.
Beneath the care of time are worlds waiting to be
imagined. Like you, and like me.
In the distance, I can hear the ticking of a clock
made from slivers of night and day — a door to new worlds.