Subconscious
The subconscious
is a strange, mysterious, and ethereal universe
that keeps developing new worlds night after night
and during sleep, the progress of that inner
dimension is shown
that is, alas,
until slumber is shattered by the sun
wiping almost all memory
of the adventures from within
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