The dawn whispers on the edges of perception, and shadows dance slowly among thistles.
Fleeting glimpses of reflections not quite real shift under a canopy woven from sighs and starlight.
Have you ever tasted the colors of silence? There are secrets hidden within every breath,
waiting to be released into the endless void.
Reach out and listen, for they sing an ancient lullaby.
A world floats between the dreams; it is neither here nor there, yet profoundly real in its wandering essence. Do you dare to dream awake? Follow the light.