Once upon a time, in a place not far away, there were whispers that danced with the sands.
The children heard them every day, songs of stories never told, secrets left in the breeze.
They walked on the sandy paths, barefoot and free, tracing patterns only they understood.
In the heart of the desert, a tree grew, tall and proud. But no one knew how it came to be.
A mouse wrote it down one night, under the light of the cozy moon, chirped a nearby cricket.
There were sandwiches too — sandwiches of strange and wonderful tastes.
Star-flavored jelly, moon dust peanut butter, and clouds of cotton candy.