“The steam rises, curling—do you feel the dreams shifting?”
“What was the color of your dream? Orange? Or perhaps a recollection of fog?”
Voices echo, echo... “Never trust a sunbeam when shadows crave the truth.”
“She said, 'Two sugars and a choice to forget our past selves loses its importance at dawn.'”
Awaken! The heart skips a beat, adrenaline mingling with rhythms pure and bittersweet.
“Reality tastes different after one too many cups…”
Would you care to rediscover the taste? Explored patterns echoing where you’ve been?
Sipping secrets in placid silence, contemplating visions behind lids closed for years.
Curiosity tangled and percolated—may the ordinary be forever intermingled with the divine. Visit the trellis of dreams at serenade.html.