In a city where dreams intertwine with the shadows of dull days

In a city where dreams intertwine with the shadows of dull days, society turns away from those who dare to dream, as if they were committing a crime against the silent laws of time, because their dream is a flame that disturbs the gray tranquility of the city. We are all travelers on a sea of memories that slowly fade, but some carry stars in their eyes and desires that cannot be extinguished, and these cannot be forgiven, for their dreams are silent rebellions, an explosion of color defying monotony and gray sadness. Perhaps society embraces those who steal moments, those who trap light in cages of concrete and sell it in pieces, but it will not understand the one who carries their soul like a living canvas, where each dream is a splash of color, a cry against routine. Ah, traveler of dreams, wear your burden like a mantle of light, for the world does not know how to forgive those who look at the sky with longing, and find in it an infinity of possibilities that cannot be contained, while the earth murmurs its secrets beneath the hurried footsteps.