Once upon a whisper, beneath a gentle sky, a little girl with golden lace discovered something unusual. It was round and shiny, like a cookie’s secret.
The leaves yawned gently around her, hugging the edges of this little world—here she found a quiet kind of blue.
"Hello, Me," she said with a grin, seeing herself fit snugly inside the circle. But then, it whispered back tales of shadows and dancing stars.
Echoes of words not spoken filled the space between them. "You too, lost?" murmured her own reflection softly, the way a cloud understands a breeze.
Follow the wheat; step gently. All roads lead back to possibilities unspoken. Walk away or return home.