In the realm between consciousness and slumber, where the colors bleed into one another as if the universe decided to paint with its eyes closed, there lie pathways untrodden by waking feet. Here, gravity behaves like a mischievous child, and the moon whispers secrets to the silent stars above.
A forest of glass trees sways gently, under a breeze that carries the scent of forgotten memories and echoes of laughter long past. The ground is a tapestry of shifting sands and glowing stones, each pulse synchronizing with the heartbeat of the cosmos.
The horizon bends, inviting you to explore its curves, while the sky morphs into hues not known to the sunlit world. It is a place where time dares to dance backward, and where the familiar embrace of the unknown feels like home.
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