Sparrow Scribe Says: Echoing Steps of Flakiest Finch and The Tiny Fays

It’s time to tell another story. Maybe this time I’ll stay in this kingdom a bit longer and tell you more curious stories.

The Ever Festive Solemn’s Plaza

The usual day at Solemn Kingdom.

It’s the usual stream. The usual jam session of the citizen and nature. When every music can be heard from every corner of Kingdom. Every string. Every percussion. Every woodwind. Every sound there is.

The Whistling Love of The Lawn of The Loved Ones

Whenever your heart skips a beat, the beat goes here. The butterflies in your tummy comes from here. The roses of the rose-tainted glasses, they are all grows here. All prayers, songs, cries, cuddles, and laughters, they originate here, from The…