Imagine the sky weaving lyrics with the ground,
every turn of a corner bringing a secret song.
The echoes here spark a dance, tiptoe politely
over yesterday's whispered laughter—
a carousel in perpetual motion.
You're floating through kaleidoscope corridors,
where the walls gossip eagerly about the sun and rain,
turning mundane tales into cosmic adventures.
Listen closely—can you hear them?
Phantom footsteps trace your own.
Steps that belong not to the ordinary,
but to those who know the dream as home:
The explorers of the fractured hallucinations,
finding treasures within elusive shadows.
Enthusiastic maps charted in the language of stars.