Sometimes, in the depth of a dream, you may find a fluttering note from an unseen bird, chirp-chirp, “Look behind the dandelions, they have secrets!”
And when the stars hold a dance in the sky, you might just stumble upon a lingering melody, a song that grows wings of its own and swims through clouds made of candy floss.
Would you ever think, perhaps, that the wind whispers lullabies of lost toys? This curious thought tumbles past the cobbles and cobwebs, a spiral staircase winding deeper and deeper still.
Try to remember, if you can, the tune from the hidden rainbow or the laughter of a petal-born dragon, for it tickles the corners of a sleepy eyelid.
Join us in a labyrinth, where the corners are wrapped in sunshine, and every whisper is a promise of sprouting adventures!