Looped Dreams

In the fabric of night, threads whisper secrets.
Dreams are the echo of existence, looping in spirals of thought.
Beneficial poisonous noise, indeed.
What does your subconscious murmur in the silence of day?

Contemplating a sky woven from forgotten ideas,
Each star's light a memory of a moment seized.
Question: Is knowledge gained or simply recalled?
Explore the realm where sleep becomes a curious dance.

Echoes | Dream Tapestry | Forgotten Oaths