He walked the dim streets of his own mind, a lantern swinging in the psychological mist. The Dreamer sought not escape but understanding, his introspections a map drawn in the ink of self-awareness.

Dreamer — His revelations were the quiet epiphanies of the night, each a flickering candle in the cathedral of thought.

⸱ His dreams became lanterns, lighting the way through the shadowy corridors of the subconscious, each glow a revelation in the labyrinth of the mind ⸱

© tomarowsky
PolysomaGenesis, around 2023