The Old Map
You open a dusty old book. Inside is a soft, yellow map.
A tiny red lighthouse sits by a gray shore. But the words say it fell into the sea long, long ago.
Your heart beats fast. The lighthouse is real. And it is calling.
You open a dusty old book. Inside is a soft, yellow map.
A tiny red lighthouse sits by a gray shore. But the words say it fell into the sea long, long ago.
Your heart beats fast. The lighthouse is real. And it is calling.