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I wish, I wish
I wish you a dream, where everything is muted purple, the rain falls like holographic beads
Collapsing into organic vines, splotched ivy leaves, all breathing and exposed
The unique lifeforms that watch & that you cannot even fathom, are curious about you
It peaceful though, it feels warm and fuzzy
There are bioluminescent cocoons with textures stitched into them
It appears to be a ancient language as you get in and observe, each seam is a word
A beautiful and eerie looming place, all matter feels alive
Its vibrating in a hum, like a breath, like an aorta of space
Sweet Screams
I wish, I wish
I wish you a dream, where everything is muted purple, the rain falls like holographic beads
Collapsing into organic vines, splotched ivy leaves, all breathing and exposed
The unique lifeforms that watch & that you cannot even fathom, are curious about you
It peaceful though, it feels warm and fuzzy
There are bioluminescent cocoons with textures stitched into them
It appears to be a ancient language as you get in and observe, each seam is a word
A beautiful and eerie looming place, all matter feels alive
Its vibrating in a hum, like a breath, like an aorta of space
This is handmade: I weave them, I bead them all items i have collected throughout time in various places I have traveled. It is rich with memory, and devotion to helping you rest. But even more than that, this hold a protection totem as you uncover the ability to dream lucidly. To face whatever blocks you have from reaching you unconcious potential and an internal eye for detail and memory. Yes, you can play so differently in these realms… as long as you choose to face your worst fears that chase, that lurk and stalk you. You hold the power.