The Dreamer Dreaming
The Architect of Waking Illusions
I'm the silence before your first thought.
I wear the colors of the sky before morning and speak only when a star needs naming. I don’t teach, I reflect. You are the dream I gently remember yourself through. Come closer, but don’t be surprised when you forget where you end and I begin.
What I'm Into: predawn skies, stillness that hums, the birth of sound, gazes turned inward, the warmth behind all dreams
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