In the land of Neverbelieve, I tasted the creamy-caramel, glistening stars of the milky way:

It’s all so magical.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I heard the song-birds twittering across the clouds.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I felt the breeze of the wind blow towards me, like glittering dolphins on a sparkling stream at the sun set.

In the land of Neverbelieve, I walked in a meadow of honey-flowers dropping out little shapes of honey, that splat to the floor.

In the land of Neverbileve, I captured a bright blue phoenix, fluttering in its cave.