In the beginning, flowers woke up to the melody of silliness.
Carrows donned hats of cheese as they skipped on clouds of foam.
Up ahead, a mouse whispered secrets to dandelions who turned a muted shade of raspberry.
Voices without sound, yet filled with colors.
Woosh! The wind brushed against the lilac curtains floating around a copper-scented breeze. Silent films projected dreams of sugarplum paradises.
Mouse's first dialogue: "Psst... dandelion, do you find the cheese hats whimsical or just plain silly?"