Wearing the whisper of dreams, you travel unseen paths lit by neon reflections. You wonder, do others dream in color or shades of in-betweens? It's like catching shadows with a butterfly net, isn’t it? Glimpses of shining lakes ripple from the fog, like scattered thoughts find their way, only to dissolve gently as waking lights approach closer.
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