When reality folds in on dreams, the silhouettes cast shadows of wisdom lost. Pay heed to the echoes that reverberate through time.

Should you wake before the journey ends, ask the stars what your path was meant to be.

In a realm beyond waking, the lily-opera unfolds, singing notes that paint the silence.

Collect the fibers of peacock tales and weave them into the very fabric of your waking day.

The sand washes in, carrying instructions from forgotten seashells: listen, for they speak of portals to other dimensions.