Story 30 of 48, about 5 minutes to read

The Garden of Time in Bloom

A refuge in the eternal dance of life and dream

You closed your eyes for a moment in the noise of the day, and you open them in a garden no map knows. The light is pearl and amethyst, and a stream winds among flowers of crystal.

You reach out hesitantly and touch a diaphanous petal: you feel a subtle warmth, a tingling that climbs your arm.

The whole story is in the book, with its full-page illustration.