Among the tangled vines of yesterday, the joy sneaks between leaves, unseen and yet omnipresent, whispering sweet nothings to those who dare to listen.
In the quiet corners of dawn, when the world holds its breath, a whisper tells tales of joy embroidered in the fabric of dreams yet to unfold.
Caught between reality and reverie, there lies a path paved with the softest echoes of laughter. Step lightly, for each echo is a heartbeat of the universe.