In the half-light of dawn, when the world is caught between wakefulness and shadows, dreams find their voice. Not in spoken words, but in the winding paths they carve through the mind.
Have you ever stood on the edge of your own thoughts, gazing into the depths of what could be? The whispers are there, swirling like embers in the wind, stitching together the fabric of what was once unformed and unspoken.
The dreamer observes quietly a familiar street, unchanged yet unseen. Nearby, the shadows of unknown storefronts beckon with promises of hidden treasures.
"They lived, they dreamed, they whispered."
Do dreams shape reality, or does reality shape dreams? This paradox lies at the heart of every unspoken desire, hidden in the shadows yet woven into the light.
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