In the corridors of the dreaming mind, the clocks tick backwards, guided by invisible hands. The sun rises from the east, only to set in the west, twice over. Here, the agenda is not of tasks and duties, but of whispers and shadows.
Meetings of the subconscious are held under the moonlight, where all are welcome yet few can find the path. The agenda item here is laughter—silent and unseen, yet echoing louder than a thousand voices.
Hidden MelodiesAs the stars align, the dreamer awakes not in the light of day, but in the dim glow of the celestial night. Plans are made, but not with ink... with the intricate dance of constellations.