In a world where dreams flicker like undulating flames, suspended in digital tangents, thoughts lie encased in amber. These are remnants, reflections of moments unspoken, unremembered. They oscillate, they linger, they whisper of paradox.
To ponder a dream is to introspect through a prism of ethereal memory. It resides outside the defined boundaries of time. Perception becomes manifestation; reality, a construct within a mirage.
As data burns and glitches, the synthetic amber acts as a mirror, a shell for mind's wanderings: Refracted Symphonies || Woven Visage