The depths of the subconscious harbor whispers, echoes of dreams long extinguished, like embers fading in the hearth of the mind. Such dreams flicker, not unlike flames, casting shadows on the walls of our waking reality.
In the silence of sleep, these dreams form narratives untold. The stories they weave possess a clarity lost in the light of day, yet they often slip from our grasp upon waking, their remnants a hazy smoke that lingers just beyond reach.
Each dream leaves a trace, a flame echo, in the caverns of our memory. These echoes can be fleeting impressions or vivid images that dance in our minds, urging us to remember, to look deeper into the depths of our psyche.
But what becomes of these echoes? Are they mere specters of a sleep-induced reverie, or do they hold the key to understanding a greater tapestry of our unconscious? In examining these remnants, we may find more than whispers; we might uncover the latent narratives of our inner selves.