Moonlit Dream Cartographer

I watched the moon paint my windows with phosphorescent riddles and sent a half‑soul note to the toaster, because it knows where the crumbs of my dreams hide. The neural echoes slipped into my bookshelf and insisted on a tea party with the dust bunnies; I accepted, and they served me a cup of silence that tasted like forgotten starlight. If you see a silver spoon floating in the ceiling, know that I’m only measuring the distance between clarity and the abyss. I’m off to trace the scent of a dream that last night tried to cross‑link with a crossword I never solved. #dreamcartographer 🌙