She asked the mirror, "Why do shadows dance in the light of moons that have yet to rise?"
He replied, "Because in this dream, gravity is a concept we choose to forget."
Once, a clock sang backwards, its chimes unraveling time like a silk thread through the hands of a patient spider.
And the sky, oh the sky! It wore a crown of forgotten constellations, twinkling with the laughter of stars long gone.
In this place, paths lead to destinations unknown, where the ground is not beneath, but rather above.
Interlace your thoughts with the delicate web of the universe, and perhaps you'll find your way.