Once upon a time, in a forest forgotten by time, there were lights that glimmered and sang. They adorned the trees, swinging like daring acrobats, whispering secrets only the curious dared to follow.
The lights weren't just playful; they were tellers of tales long lost. They giggled stories of worlds where shadows danced like marionettes and whispered prophecies of what would become of those who listened too closely.
Children, young and old, were drawn to the luminous whispers. Under the indigo canopy, they sat cross-legged, the humid breeze a gentle hush against the stories unfurling like a saga only the brave would remember.
But beware, for not all secrets carry happiness. The lights, though vibrant and full of allure, held a darkness, a subtle hint to beware what the heart yearns to unravel.
The Shimmering Trees Murmuring Tide Hushed Paths