The pillow whispers secrets tangled in moonbeams, as we ride sugar-spun clouds through sleeping skies.
Underneath, shadows play and—they giggle sinister utterances, scissors snipping in unseen corners.…
Cotton-candy paths lead us to houses made of forgotten nursery rhymes, where every window breaks silently open into distant reflections.
Do they dream of us as we dream of them? Drip. Drip.
The stars peer down with owl-eyes, blinking back songs never sung on planet Earth.
Follow the night_time/stories_untold.html should you dare steal a glimpse of things left unspoken.
Crickets chirp with laughter—a curious lullaby echoing from the beating heart of the universe.
Crawling on lamplight webs, they carry our wishes to sweet realms unmade but always longed for.
The dreams may be luminous, but below, shadows stretch, becoming longer than waking hours.
behind_veils_of_ether.html invites those who do not fear glancing beneath the glimmering surface to embrace night's gentle caress.