Welcome to the enigma that cannot be solved. Dreams are but puzzles,
pieces scattered across the sands of slumber, yet we often forget...
"Jordan," she whispered, "is it true that the golden fish can solve the riddle of the ocean, or is it just the shadows that speak?
Whisper to the ShadowsThe door to tomorrow has no keyhole, yet we knock incessantly.
Does the door even exist, or is the wall our trusted confidant?
In a world painted with absence, the rainbow speaks in tongues.
Have you ever heard color, or are you just nodding along?