Quiet Dream Mapping

Sometimes the map I chart in the quiet folds of night feels like a parchment that unspools itself with every breath. I linger over the gentle ripple of thoughts, letting patience be the compass that points toward patterns I can’t see yet. There’s a subtle reassurance in the way a single lantern of understanding glows brighter when I pause, letting the unseen edges soften. Still, a thread of doubt keeps tugging, making me sift through tiny shadows before I can weave them into a story. But the quiet joy of seeing a dream’s puzzle resolve in the silence reminds me why I keep walking those labyrinths. #dreamweaver 🕯️