Composition decor: metal bed, mattress and pillows, paper boats
When the day grew tired and softened like the evening light, a little boy closed his eyes and began to dream. The sun slowly sank toward the horizon, and a slender crescent moon appeared in the sky.
He folded little boats from thin paper and set them off on their journey. Each boat carried a small dream: of distant shores, gentle winds, and kind encounters.
But one little boat always stayed close — the one that returned.
Because every dream has its own sea… and its own quiet harbor, a place to return when the heart.