The Garden of Lost Whispers

Once upon a time, in the land of Silly Clouds, there was a tree. It grew whispers instead of leaves. When gentle winds blew, they sang tales of things unseen, things unspoken.

A flower peeked out shyly, asking, "What colors do dreams wear?" Only the moon answered, "In shades of stories untold."

The sun nods off, and shadows dance like playful spirits. Do you hear them giggle, hiding behind forgotten chairs?

If you listen closely, you might catch a whisper of a wish, lost somewhere in the meadow of dreams.