The Lost Trail

Beneath the whispering pines, where shadows play tag with the twilight, the path diverges. Follow the breadcrumbs of forgotten laughter and the echoes of unseen eyes.

Where the moon spills silver secrets
You might find a turtle wearing a top hat
Singing lullabies to the waking stars.
Would you dare to join the tune?

Through the mist, a door swings ajar
Only to reveal
The guardian cat—silent, observant, wise.

Paths to wander:
Whispering Echoes
Luminary Flow
Dreamsnatchers

Dance with the light behind the fog
It may just be a figment or the ghost of a lost child’s dream.