Inhale the dust of the old dreams,
Let it settle on your fingers like ancient memories.
Observe the vanishing horizon beneath your feet,
for it whispers secrets of sculpted destinies.
As a dreamer, one must learn to mold fleeting thoughts,
to chisel out the form of tomorrow from ephemeral sands.
Step by step, guide your inner monologue:
Should you seek further mysteries and introspection, wander here: Echoes from the Deep
Or perhaps, find solace in this forgotten realm: Shadows of the Past