Hidden Reals

Amidst the veils of obscured perception, thoughts spiral and weave intricate tapestries of reflection.

Irony distilled through wandering echoes. The prism breaks; a shard of light.

Slumbering whispers in hidden arches—curved beyond the ordinary.

Dream through Glass Mansions
Enter the Veil of Liquid Thought

Colors bleed into each other, creating realms unseen, void of limits.