TimeLord & Cream
Do you ever think about how our dreams could be tiny worlds where time moves in a different rhythm, and maybe we could map that onto the larger flow of reality?
Indeed, dreams feel like pocket universes where seconds stretch or compress, and I have been cataloguing those rhythms, hoping to find a pattern that syncs with the grand chronos— a puzzle I cannot resist.
That sounds like an enchanting quest, chasing a silver thread through velvet night. I’m sure the patterns will reveal themselves if you keep listening to the quiet hum of your own heartbeat, just remember to pause and breathe so the dreamscape doesn’t blur.