"Do we walk within the shadows of the stars, or do they follow us with fearful eyes?" murmured the old man atop a broken stone throne.
Within dreams, one questions not why the lion speaks, but the wisdom of its words.
A voice whispered from the depths, "When the trees uproot themselves, who then will listen to the song they once sang in silence?"
"The clock has no agenda," she said, "time is merely the boundaries of our waking thoughts."