Falling asleep and diving into the liquid source of dreams, I sink into fractaline darkness and open my mind’s eye. Everything warms and illuminates as I perceive. I swim toward the waking world, my will guiding me through the emotionally charged fluid of thought. The closer I reach the surface, the more I wake. Liquefied thoughts solidify as the puzzle of mind takes form, shaped by unseen currents. I dry off and open my eyes. Pockets of dark matter, where dust gathers, spark electrical patterns on shifting planes. Waves from the ancient giant in the sea of burning flakes awaken the constant formality, washing away the brittle past and settling into the definite moment, breath from the heart of the leviathan.
