descrição
I stagnate in a lucid, heavily immaterial torpor, in a dream that is a shadow of dreaming.
My attention floats between two worlds, blindly seeing the depths of an ocean and the depths of a sky; and these depths blend, they interpenetrate, and I don’t know where I am or what I’m dreaming.
A gust of shadows blows ashes of dead intentions...
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