Once upon a whisper, the wind sang. "Who's there?" asked the curious Wanderer.
She found a clock without hands, ticking backwards. “Time does cartwheels,” it told her.
Shadows danced with no one leading, in a waltz of forgotten melodies.
The trees wore sweaters made of secrets and dreams unwoven.
Then, the stars blinked a lullaby, beckoning the wanderer further.