Ephemeral Traces of the Mind

Do you remember that time we were sailing on a sea of lavender? Just you, me, and the stars above. The boat was made of paper, yet we never sank. I think we were searching for the moon's reflection but got lost in laughter instead. Funny how some places feel like home even when they've never existed.

Once, in a fleeting whisper of a dream, I walked through a door that opened into a garden of clocks. They ticked backwards, and everything felt just a little more alive. The flowers were hands, stretching towards an unreachable sky. I wonder what it means when the clocks forget to tick at all?

There's a café at the edge of the universe where gravity takes a break, and time is just a friendly suggestion. I had a cup of nebula tea there, and the taste was like a warm hug. We met a cat that spoke in riddles, and I think it might have been you in another form.