Somewhere, nestled within the floating hammock of heavenly ether, feathers are plucked from the deep indigo of the night sky, weaving tapestries of dreams yet unspoken.
Luminescent mists swirl like jubilant dancers, illuminating the secret corridors of the mind, where thoughts sprout wings and take flight beyond the horizon.
Under twilight's gentle caress, a celestial choir hushes the world, their notes silvered rivers across the whimpering silence, seducing slumber into the quilt of ephemeral light.
Harvest these dreams upon waking, for they are, in their essence, a bioluminescent fish of your soul, flickering, flickering, in the depths of your cosmic sea.