Anatomy of the Unconscious Waveform

In the depths of night, beneath the tranquil veil of slumber, lie the waveforms of our silent symphony. Each crest, a whisper echoing in the chambers of self, resonates against the void, searching for answers.

They rise and fall without form or constraint, yet their rhythms are bound by nothing but the heart's cadence. Dreams become mirrors: warped, distorted, revealing truths that daylight hides beneath its glaring facade.

I float upon these currents, witnessing the anatomy of my subconscious, dissecting with gentle compassion. The reflection is humorous yet profound, a funhouse conspiring with shadows to carve new realities from the familiar darkness.