Once, I walked on the whispering sands, where stories sleep and dreams find wings. There were little footprints, like they were left just for me, to follow into the unknown.
I counted them. One, two, three, four... always leading. Sometimes I think they were made by little clouds, skipping over the sunlit ground.
Did you know that stars can walk too? Just like us. But they leave twinkles instead of sands. Follow the twinkles, and you might find a singing star.
Where Do the Stars Sleep?And perhaps, if you listen closely, you might hear a soft giggle hidden in the breeze. It’s the secret laughter of the moon, dancing with shadows of the night.