Silhouettes Cast by Invisible Light
In the early hours of dawn, beneath the azure veil, we wander — lost, yet seeking traces of our overnight selves. Dreams, ephemeral as whispers, leave silhouettes upon the landscapes of our minds, shaped by shadows flickered from sources unseen. Journalistic effort to capture their essence often leads to futile scribbles on the sand of transient consciousness.
Throughout history, poets grasp at these silhouettes with desperate hands, attempting to weave narratives from the strands of lucidity intertwined with the threads of slumber. Influences from waking life mold the dreamscapes we traverse, yet their reality feels as genuine as any story faultlessly told under the cloak of night.
Recent studies suggest that even in dreams, the human intellect consciously marks boundaries and shapes identities, suggesting a dual existence — one where awake selves are as transient as the faint light that vanishes with the rise of day. Such revelations challenge the bedrock of a widely accepted dichotomy that separates keen memory of the dream from the obfuscated experience.
Further Reading: Delicate Dissonance Related: The Nomad's Fall