Have you ever woken from a dream and felt a piece missing? Like an assembly of stars in the sky, each gleaming memory locked in its orbit, but never quite forming the complete constellation we long for?
You start your day, coffee brewing, thoughts scattered like puzzle pieces across the floor. Somewhere, a lost piece of yesterday's dream lingers, echoing in the back of your mind.
There was a tree, you remember, but not just any tree. Its branches seemed to stretch beyond the realm of reason, whispering secrets in a tongue that only you could hear. Strange, isn't it? But perhaps that tree is just a metaphor for something else entirely.
Could it be the path to the tree?Sometimes the nightmares feel more coherent, like they’re organized with a touch of malice. Yesterday, a shadow chased you through the remnants of a forgotten carnival, its laughter twisted into a haunting melody.
The carnival's laughter may never fade.