Somewhere beyond the reaches of conscious thought, lies the hidden treasure of dreams, swathed in veils of nocturnal whispers. Through the corridors of this silent tapestry, the echoes of long-forgotten dreams weave tales stitched with the threads of starlight.
It is here, in this forgotten sanctuary of shadowed light, that the clouds settle, forming bridges over rivers of liquid moonbeam. What lurks beneath these glassy surfaces, if not the reflections of sunken truths, tethered to the orbits of meteorite memories?
As the dawn stretches its fingers over the horizon, the dreams dissolve into prisms on the cusp of a new awakening. Yet in their wake remains the promise — of whispered secrets cradled in the astral womb, waiting to be conjured and gently kissed by the breath of infinity.