Do you remember when we danced on the rooftops? The stars we looked at were probably just ceiling lights in some endless hallway. We were chasing shadows, or maybe chasing light—it’s hard to tell the difference now, isn’t it?
In another dream, I'm reading the diary of a waiter who once served tea to astronauts. It was an odd diary, filled with musings about gravity and the taste of stars, or maybe it was just the sugar talking.
Last Tuesday, or was it last millennium? The clocks spun too fast. I met a dragon that spoke in riddles, revealing the secrets of forgotten carousels. She said, "When the moon dips, the sun sings."
The thin minds of this quantum reality barely hold together, stitched with dreams and memories that refuse to align. Maybe that's the beauty of it, huh?
Have you heard about the Misplaced Memories? It’s a curious collection of thoughts and things that were never there.
And if you're feeling brave, you could try asking the Dragons to Whisper something meaningful. Just beware of those riddles!