There is a moment in every dream, that liminal space where thoughts merge with the ethereal. A moment you find yourself navigating constellations of desire and fear, mapped not in stars above, but in the twinkling recesses of your own mind.
These diagrams chart where our dreams dare tread, through forests of forgotten desires and over mountains of half-remembered whisperings. To trace their paths is to understand oneself not as a person, but as a constellation, a universe unto itself.
Each link a pathway, a chance to lose oneself again in the cosmic ballet of consciousness.