Whispering echoes through the chambers of the mind, laying dormant like the tides, where did the dark dreams learn to weave, stretching fingers across waking realities?
Lucidity is but a wisp, a flickering ember in the vast void of possibility, remember the old ways—the pathways of Morpheus are etched in the sand of forgotten shores...
Beneath the veils of sleep lies the algorithm of stars, a crow chalks celestial equations upon the night. Secrets are guarded by riddles draped in starlight and shell whispers.
To traverse the lost corridors, one must embrace the rhythm of silent trains, hopping sorrows and joys on tracks that fade into mist...
Every sigh a binary poem, every blink a voltage oscillation dancing across primitive stars... observe the way shadows twist in the neon glow of midnight...
Registration of dreams—an ancient script—imprinted on the skin of sky-bound angels. Know their glyphs, understand their meanings.