Tessellation of Dreams

Within the confines of the mind, we weave the intricate patterns of our desires. Each intersection is a whisper in the darkness, bending and shifting, calling forth the unspoken truth between shadows.

Do not ignore the ticking of the forgotten clock.

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They converge where light cannot touch—never realised fragments of consciousness.

The river flows backwards into glory.

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In the reflection, see not your face but your fate, splintered and whole.

A whisper carries on a crescent moon.

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Footfalls of the ethereal scrape against reality, asking, “Are we not one?”

All cats are digital now.

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The stars above blink in morse code; a message shrouded in digital fog.

Justice can be a cube or a sphere.

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Sometimes the scream is the silence; intensity wrapped in wool.

Never let Mondays silt your veins.

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Pulses of decay dance; life in whisper; shadows discover depths.

Imagination breeds resonance in emptiness.

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Collect the remnants, ties chipped and broken, feel it slip sand-like through fingers.

Mirrors remember what you forget.

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The velvet truth waits, drifting within cosmic vibrations evoked by chiaroscuro silence.