The hour was Who, but nobody here ever seemed to ask why, and when someone did bring up the question, how and where were always discussed at the most inappropriate times.

On a night no one could ever predict, a magical market grew right from the cracks in the cobblestone streets.

The cat had no name, which made it easier for everyone to pretend they had seen it before.

In Nod, things appear without introduction and remain without explanation, and it did not take long for Kai to stop asking why.

Where the roads slowly dissolve into quiet earth and the noise of the world fades into something almost imagined, there was a narrow path.

Time sat and watched as the warm lantern light, and the slow beauty of coming home at the end of the day began.

In the town where time sits down, afternoons stretched like warm honey across the stone lanes.

In the Land of Nod, the mornings arrive quietly, as if they are careful not to disturb anything that has chosen to stay.

I did not intend to make anything that day. Not a story, not a song, not even a fragment worth keeping.