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Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream.
In the depths of the night, where darkness spreads its wings like a velvet mantle,
I float through the restless ocean of my thoughts, where shadows weave their tales of longing,
In the hidden realms of the subconscious, where the light of the stars trembles like candles in the wind.
Every night’s dream is a siren’s song, calling from the depths of oblivion,
A world where each echo of memory becomes a pale flame spreading soft light.
Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream,
Like lost spirits seeking a way back home through the mist of bygone eras.
In the palace of dreams, where every thought becomes an enchanted mirror,
The curtains of smoke lift, revealing the specter of memories crying like lost children.
The clocks twist in unfamiliar rhythms, wrapping time in spirals of melancholy,
Each forgotten memory a pearl shining under the silent waters of the dream,
Each past desire a falling star leaving trails of light in the night’s sky.
Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream,
Like the call of sirens from the depths of the sea of forgetfulness,
Trying to capture the attention of the sleeping soul, beckoning it back into the heart’s labyrinth.
Among the hidden corners of the mind, where light penetrates only through cracks in the darkness,
We find ourselves, fragmented and reassembled, dancing in the endless circles of dreaming.
In the suspended gardens of the subconscious, flowers of light grow from the seeds of memories,
Their roots delving deep into the fertile soil of forgetfulness.
All that was once alive but now hidden rises like luminous phantoms,
Watching over the realms of the dream, where reality melts into reverie,
Each petal a verse from an unsung poem, each leaf an unspoken mystery.
Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream,
Like ambers hidden in the ancestral forests of the mind,
Waiting to be discovered by the treasure seeker, guided by the moon’s light.
In the intertwining of desires and dreams, we find secret doors leading to the chambers of the soul,
Each dream a portal to another world, where time knows no bounds, and memories are reborn.
In the flow of consciousness, waves of emotions envelop the spirit,
Like a mantle of stars covering the sky in the eternal night of dreams.
All that was forgotten whispers of returns in the solemn silence of the night,
Revealing hidden essences and eternal truths in the diffuse light of consciousness.
Everything one has forgotten cries for help in the dream,
Like spirits of light seeking their way back to the heavens,
And in this dance of shadows, we rediscover the magic of each lost memory,
Each moment of longing and melancholy, kept in the silent sanctuary of the heart,
Where all that was forgotten is reborn in the light of dreams, in the eternal beauty of their silent magic.
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