Some doors open.
Some skies split.
JULEELAND waits behind the pink.
A piece of the pink sky falls into your hand.
It should be impossible.
Yet here it is.
It should be impossible.
Yet here it is.
Some travelers pass through quietly. Others leave something behind.
Tell JULEELAND what to call you, and how the Wish Keepers may find you again.
Your trace stays between you and JULEELAND.