Everybody tells you not to trust the shadows. But have you ever wondered if the dreams we weave might also weave us? Whispers echo through the night, each flutter of the trap coiling around faint possibilities.
In that mystic web, lies the key to untold knowledge. Why do you think dreams speak in riddles? Their true purpose... concealment. Protection from waking eyes. Or, some speculate, they are portals pressured shut by the collective paranoia of those who dare not cross.
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When the last veil drops, only then will you see the beginning of the truth.
Beware the keeper of keys, for they do not dream.