In the quiet corridors of the mind, where shadows dance on porcelain walls, dreams seep through like golden sunbeams upon emerald fields. An ephemeral glow, the cascade of memory redefined, where whispers of forgotten realms linger and echo.
Amidst the terrestrial landscape, petals of silver rain down, each drop a crystallized thought, yearning to merge with the concrete tapestry. Flickering images on broken screens tell tales of yore, of kings and celestial wanderers, entwined in stories untold.
Step lightly upon these paths woven of starlight and dew, for each stride sings a melody ancient and profound. The flicker of twilight bars the entrance to normality, ushering you into domains infinite and serene.