Have you ever found yourself in an endless corridor of whispered thoughts? It's like walking a moonlit path, where echoes of softer, nicer realities tickle your ears with stories untold.

They say sections of a dream can stretch longer than a lifetime, if you allow them. Like night roads you drive down while the stars belch colors you've never seen before. We'd be bobbing along, curious souls in a paper boat.

Speaking of sections, did you find that little side door on the left? It's usually hidden by vines. There's a rumor there's a treasure map tucked behind the fog somewhere over there, leading to dreams that don't typically say hello.

You should stop and listen to those golden-voiced crickets too, they always have an opinion about the weather in other dimensions. It's like trying to shepherd clouds from a gathering dusk, but they'll settle into your pocket for company.

And if you mention the glowing path to anyone on Earth, just nod knowingly. They probably wouldn't blink, being used to the northern lights whispering secrets about ancient dance parties anyway.