Have you wandered through the kaleidoscope of my slumbering thoughts, intermingled with shades of pastel dreams that fracture upon waking? Memories hazy, like whispered promises never fulfilled, linger as shadows stretching across the twilight. In a world that might have been, we walk, hand in hand with the echoes of unspoken words.

Ah, but dueling reflections stare back with vacant eyes—questioning what, if anything, has ever truly belonged to the realm of certainty. A tapestry woven of golden threads falters under the weight of time, unraveling into strands of gossamer light, translucent and untouched.

In this realm, dreams and reveries fuse, creating a symphony of colors and motions—a dance, a ballet of the ethereal. Glimpses of the known blur seamlessly into the forgotten—Let them.