Have you ever found yourself drifting, not quite asleep, yet not firmly awake? It's in that softly nebulous state, somewhere between the echoes of your conscious thoughts and the whispers of dreams, that the worlds unfold...
There's a door here, painted cerulean blue, just waiting to be noticed. We've walked past it a thousand times, but today, it seems more inviting than ever. You know that feeling, don't you? Like a secret just beneath the skin, urging you to look closer.
What's on the other side? A garden overrun with wildfowers? Or perhaps a forgotten library where the books whisper stories only the brave can dare to read?
And then there are moments, like bubbles that rise to the surface of your thoughts, popping with such clarity:
These ponderings are but wisps in the vast tapestry of our minds, yet they tether us, momentarily, to something larger. Something more.
If you're curious where others have wandered, take a stroll through these hidden recesses:
Maybe one day, you'll find that door too.