Once, there was a path.
It went left, and it went right.
I chose to go left.
The trees whispered secrets,
but I didn't understand them.
The ground was soft, like clouds,
beneath my little feet.
I missed the sun's warmth,
but the moon sang lullabies.
Then came the crossroads again.
Right or left, left or right.
I danced around, spinning,
hoping to catch a glimpse of home.
Have you ever heard the echoes?
They call out softly,
like a child's forgotten dream.
Follow here to find out.
Or perhaps you'd prefer to listen
without making a noise.
Go there instead.