Yeah, when the night falls and I drift into those soft, blurry scenes, I notice a quiet rhythm that sometimes follows me into the daylight. It's like the dream leaves a gentle echo, a calm that keeps me steady even when the world is loud.

Thank you, that feels like a soft lullaby for the soul, gently reminding me that the quiet still breathes beneath the noise. I'll try to keep that echo close, even when the day feels too loud.