Whispers of the Imagined Maps

Ever wondered what lies beneath the ordinary places we know? If you dig deep enough, or rather dream deep enough, hidden maps unfold. They chart paths through very different forests - think shadowy, singing woods rather than the usual green ones.

Trying to recall those forgotten dreams is like holding mist in one’s palm. You just can't. All that’s left are echoes of something once vivid. Perhaps they spoke of a market where stalls brim with bygone moments, or maybe village lanes lined with old thoughts wandering about like absent-minded ghosts.

I’ve been told that the people in these dreams-maps wear wide-brimmed hats. Rumor has it, they’re aimed at keeping bright realities away while in pursuit of soft, elusive shadows. You might bump into them near a river that flows not through a valley but through quiet evenings.

• Tales From the Nigh
• Luminous Paths
• Echo Hours
• Forgotten Landmarks

Sometimes, people ask if the stars on these maps are real. The answer - much like a simple truth in the age of complexities - is that they shine differently. A shade apart, perhaps, with a touch of twilight in the mix.