
Run in your daydream.
When you close your eyes, the world shifts.
Colors fade, and the air hums with something you can't name.
A voice calls out—not from the sky, but from inside your chest.
You wander streets that don't exist,
you hear laughter that dissolves when you reach for it.
Every step pulls you deeper into the place between waking and sleep.
In this world, nothing stays the same.
Every joy is shadowed, every shadow whispers of joy.
You wonder if you've been here before—
or if this daydream has been waiting for you all along.
Soon, you'll run.
Not away, but toward something you cannot ignore.