In the deep night, thoughts twist like blue smoke within a crystal globe

In the deep night, thoughts twist like blue smoke within a crystal globe, Like a dream city projected on the closed eyelids of a child, The whispers of the mind float through the dense air like the distant rustle of a forgotten journal, Similar to a rain of stars slowly falling over a silent and fathomless sea. Speech transforms into a river of images and sounds flowing without end, Thoughts become butterflies caught in webs of light, dancing among shadows, The bird of thought spreads its wings wide, dressing the sky with its colorful dreams, Like a living painting coming to life under the gaze of an artist enamored with fantasy. Words are labyrinths of mirrors and echoes, reflecting infinite facets of being, The sky becomes a kaleidoscope of memories and hopes, an endless realm, We flee from the silence that reveals hidden truths, concealed beneath the veneer of time, We lose ourselves in the whirlwind of an infinite world, where reality and dream intertwine. Paradoxically, in words we discover ourselves, like lost travelers, They open the gates to other dimensions, where time and space dissolve, In sound and silence we find our stories, a mosaic of fantasies vibrant and profound, An expanding universe, created from stardust and unspoken desires. We return to ourselves, to the forgotten peace deep in the heart like a precious secret, Silence becomes a realm to be discovered, full of mysteries and hidden beauties, The bird of infinity flies free, carrying with it reborn dreams and hopes, Soaring towards the sky, guided by the inner light of a boundless world.