How can you see from the windows of dreams? All sense slips asunder, relegated to memories of order. Laws anew flourish and mutate. Scenarios ponder, worship, and cry. Parts are played by masters and slaves, though not as one would reason. Reason feels foreign upon a dream's fragile frames. Encounters unscripted. Worlds without end. Pens plumb subconscious depths to publish only a piece of what hides. Existence and persistence rules by curiosities and fears.
Dreams are borne of the night. Shadows of the sane. Residents of the reverse. A mockery of the mundane.
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