As the ocean of the subconscious ebbs and flows, one becomes the surfer of the unseen waves — gliding upon dreams that rise and fall in the silence of the sleeping world.
In the dreamscape, every choice made is but an echo, reverberating in the labyrinth of possibilities. The pathways twist upon themselves, leading to nowhere and everywhere all at once. What does it mean to choose? To drift freely with intention or to abandon oneself to the whims of the tide?
Lurking behind every decision is the specter of uncertainty. The dreamtides know no destination, only the ebb and flow of existential currents that cradle the dreamer in their endless embrace. Reflect upon your choices as the dreamtide surges; understand that all are temporary, fleeting, ethereal.
Let the waves take you — a mantra for those lost in the currents.
Eternal Loops | Undreamed Possibilities | Directionless Drift