Once upon a twinkling dream, little stars played hide and seek behind the moon's glow.
Did you know the clouds weave tales of giants and fairies with their gentle puffs?
In the forest of thoughts, trees whisper secrets only the wind understands.
Beneath the world's skin, a river of giggles flows, tickling the sleepy mountains.
Have you listened lately? To the echoes of giggling galaxies, tickling black holes?
Follow the Echo Voyage of Silence Upwards to the Stars