Once upon a dancing breeze, where daisies giggle at the sun, there found a guidepost made of giggles and spice. If you stand quietly, it whispers secrets of starry journeys and rainbow roads.
In the valley of unseen sunbeams, puddles reflect songs of cotton-candy clouds. Can you hear the melody they hum? Try to hum back and you might find a path woven by fireflies.
"Where do you want to go?" asks a friendly shadow of a rabbit. "To the moon or the meringue mountains?" And with every step, you hopscotch between dreams.
As you wander, each step leaves behind a trace of laughter, forming a path of bubbly echoes. Follow them closely, or take a left into the field of singing daisies.
Follow the Wisp | Dance with the Fireflies