Once upon a cautionary tale that dances on dew drops, little droplets dream of faded autumn leaves.
Follow the whispers of winds, they tell alleys where giants read pocket-sized stars.
Clouds hide tittering knights, under plates rimmed with shadows, stories are scribbled in starlight ink.
If one doth wish, yes wish a flower’s turning fate, a pocket-kingfisher might grant it.
Woven threads of sky and yarn spun by slumbering jellyfish connect soft realities.
A wanderer in silly shoes sings of forgotten cupcakes—inevitability tastes sweet when made of vanilla dreams.
Wander on brave traveler, pick a door unlocked by warmth. Linger in possibilities shaped into laughable oranges.
Catch butterflies of raspberry wisdom, it is said some spark eternal inkling.