"Storyteller of Childhood Dreams" キャンバスプリント

I remember when the sky was mine— when stars were seeds and clouds were maps and I could grow wings out of sidewalk chalk. He believed in castles, in creatures, in kindness without caution. She colored the future in candy tones and carried joy like a lantern. Some dreams faded. Some changed shape. Some whispered themselves quiet in the hush of growing up. But that light never left him. Or her. Or me. Or you. It flickers in joy, it stirs in stillness, it dances when we dare to imagine again. This is the Storyteller of Childhood Dreams— a keeper of caterpillars, a weaver of wonder, a gentle reminder that the love behind the dream was never make-believe.