"Fear not the echo of certainty, for in uncertainty lies the true path."
- Sibilant Dreamer
Instructions from the dreaming halls often reach us like snippets lost in fog. One must:
Did you hear them talking... in the hall of mirrors? A voice barely a shadow echoed:
"Reality is but a pale flame, flickering against the night sky, learning to trust its own glow.”
Sometimes, you stumble upon a clarity that is unsettling as it is serene:
"To know is to awaken, and in waking, we find ourselves in perpetual twilight."
Here are your passages to further landscapes woven from dreams: