Once upon a time, in a land where words danced and letters played, there was a little girl named Lily. She had a garden of sentences and a meadow of phrases, but what she loved most were her flowers of speech. Each petal a word, each stem a line.
One day, Lily decided to create something new. She gathered her blooms and began to weave not a poem, nor a story, but a tapestry of language. It was a creation that sang without rhyme, spoke without prose, and lived beyond the pages of books.
And as Granny would say, echoing Jane’s sentiment, “Let the words be free, let them be anything but ordinary.” then lily had an idea she rubbed her nose and the genie gave her a wish lily said i wish i was in the london eye with granny alone the genie