The collective unconscious, on air. Recent dreams whispered by dreamers around the world.
— DAVE D
Giant flowers bloom like lanterns as warm rain rises and glass fish glide through still air.
The forest reshapes itself tenderly, leading her to bread and light.
A fox in a suit hands you a key at the end of a hallway lined with every place you've ever been.
A lone robot drifts through a moonlit mall where only the neon still remembers.
— Anonymous
Flowers wake beneath your feet as glowing spirits drift through the ancient mushroom forest.
She drifts through a sunken city where jellyfish glow and crystal walls breathe blue.
A city of glass flowers watches you walk in color while the moon slowly opens its eyes.
A dog tears through lavender and sea, chasing light at the edge of the world.
The city folds into itself like honey while strangers run laughing through the wreckage.
She walks the empty shelves and hears every story that was, or will be.
Clowns gather in silence around a spotlight that forgets why it was lit.
The rusted park breathes alone, its faceless horses dreaming behind closed eyes.
Snow falls inside the flooded store where every label bears your name in a stranger's hand.
Impossible candles burn underwater where an ink-figure rewrites a book that rewrites itself.
A masked librarian drifts past shelves of unlived lives while whales cross the sky.
A stray dog leads you through a town where sand falls upward and time forgets itself.
A silent train crosses the midnight sea while sleepers float above their seats.
A train carries you through snow, drowned cities, and stars toward a door of white fog.
A house unhooks from the earth and drifts above the lake, carrying its dreamer.
A faceless clerk hands you the key to a room the building has never known.
— THOMAS T
Two lions enter the sea slowly, manes adrift in salt and light.
Jupiter grazes your chest and Saturn's rings hum like glass on the edge of sound.
A stone city breathes under crystal stars while something vast pulses far below.
Driverless cars idle beneath a stuttering sky, shelves full of things you almost recognize.
A sleeping figure wrapped in vines breathes at the heart of a glowing underground world.
