Ever noticed how dreams stain reality with unexpected colors? Like, you're walking down a street and—bam!—the pavement turns into jelly. What's real, what's not? Maybe it's all a dance of horizons at dusk, where the mundane meets the magical. Chase the echoes.
Had a chat with my shadow the other day. Turns out, it's quite the philosopher. Talks about how light bends truth, and how the whispers of the night hide more than they reveal. Shadows know the secrets of forgotten paths. Listen closely.
Tomorrow's always a mirage, isn't it? You reach out, but it slips through your fingers like grains of sand. Dreams stretch it thin, pulling at its seams. Sometimes, it's more about the journey than the destination. Enjoy the ride.