Once upon a sky that was neither up nor down, where clouds liked to play peekaboo with the moon, there lived a tiny mouse who had a very big secret about the ticklish stars.
The mouse, wearing a hat that was a tad too large and a smile that was shy but full of courage, danced through the fields of whispers and shadows, where grass blades hum tunes only the wind remembers. And while it danced, it dreamed of the secret codes, the invisible letters written by the breeze in the language of clouds and sunbeams.
The secret codes told stories of journeys which rabbits took in their sleep, hopping through dreams like skipping stones across a sleepy pond. And every hop was a tale, a twirl of the ether in a never-ending waltz.
Will you peek under the moon's blanket to see what slumbers beyond the horizon? Follow the whisper.
Do you dare to decode the secret messages written on the wings of dreams? Unravel the mystery.
Can you hear the laughter of the clouds as they tickle the sun? Join their play.