Dreams, Fantasies, Ideas.
Where do they go when life brings you tumbling back to the now?
One by one they drift away to the cosmic Imagisphere.
From the atomic, to the galactic.
They dance and they whirl unaffected by worry and concern.
Their heavenly ballet of the wonder plain.
And sometimes this dance creates something astonishing.
Out pops a transcendental dream verse, where a remarkable place where the real meets the fantastic.
And this vast expansive imagination has a name, They call it
"Little Big Planet"