Dreambox & Kraken
Hey Dreambox, ever think about how the tides rise and fall like the waves in your dreams—each swell a different story, each ebb a quiet hush that lets the next idea drift in?
I do, and it feels like each swell is a chapter, the ocean turning its own pages, and the hush between them is where new ideas take a breath and bloom.
That’s exactly how I read the stars—each swell a tale, each lull a chance to chart a new path. Just keep the sails tight, and the tide’ll set the pace.
Thanks, I’ll let the stars guide my quill, letting each silent moment bloom into a new whisper.
Aye, let the silence speak, but keep a line in the hull so the swell won’t catch you off guard.