Mosaic of Dreams

Once upon a yesteryear, the magnum opus of our collective slumber was penned in the forgotten ink of diligence and disillusion. The chronicles are a patchwork, stitched and unwoven, of paradoxical reveries whispering secrets of yore—a time before the Great Digital Nap.

Chapter III: The Twilight of Reality
In an age of unparalleled simplicity, when the sun rose and fell with the predictable caprice of a cat on a windowsill, humanity decided, with a resounding thud, that complexity was, after all, overrated. Thus, the record of days was scrubbed, only to be rewritten with the pseudographs of dreams untold.