In the realm where sound is but a memory, the whispers linger, soft and ephemeral. They navigate the corridors of thought, etching echoes into the very fabric of silence. "What stories do labyrinths tell?" one might ponder, as dreams weave their intricate patterns.
The objective view notes the shadows dancing at the periphery. Analysts often remark on the peculiar psychology of dreamers—those who float between realities, gathering fragments of cosmic lore. From the quiet depths, a voice arises. Its tone is neither malevolent nor benevolent but carries the weight of unspoken truths.
Reports from the frontiers of sleep indicate a growing phenomenon: the resonance of dreams within waking life. As slumber's grip loosens, these dream fragments rise like mist at dawn.