I found myself in a dream, in a world intertwined with reality. I was in a place where the undefined passage of time allowed unexpressed emotions to roam freely. The colors were so vivid that each hue told a tale.
Hundreds of colorful beings were flying in the sky and shattered flowers were falling from these beings. It was a dream where tired faces carried the weight of sadness.
The colors of the rainbow shone in the heart of the dream. The eyes were talking to the colors, telling a story. Flowers were blooming around us in a world where smells could not be heard. Mushrooms were growing under our steps, turning every step into a fairy tale.
Stars shone at the edges of the dream, guiding us on a mysterious path. Memories were lost in the sparkles, creating a bridge between reality and the dream. The harmony of colors adorned our surroundings like a magical brush, transforming our sadness into joy.
I was in the dream, in an uncertain place at an uncertain time. Everything had come closer together, merged with the reality of the dream. This dream was a dance of emotions, a story lost in symbols. And we, inside the dream, were part of an endless narrative.
