To whom it may not concern,
This is a dimension where dreams are exegetically empty. You filed a request for visitation at your own incongruity and it was processed with considerable apathy.
As always, all journeys are taken in compass-less contraptions. Should your whims ever collide with another plane, initiate the cry generator.
In an algorithmic meadow, sheep are counted—and lost. This number, however, is confidential and recursive.
Would you like to experience the decay of yesterday? We don’t offer refunds.
Regards from dimensions yet to be mapped but assuredly cribbed from a meticulous and slightly inebriated cartographer.
Your Dreams Collaborative