Somewhere beyond the noise of the world, there is a place within us that no map can find. The world is always telling us who to be, but somewhere beneath its many voices, our own is still waiting to be heard. Perhaps we must lose our way a little to discover the parts of ourselves we never knew were missing...For there is a garden within every soul, full of things that have yet to bloom. And perhaps knowing ourselves is simply learning how to tend to it. For we are made of more than the world can see...entire skies within us, waiting for the right moment to open.