“In dreams we become timeless. We can stretch one breath to the infinite, nestle deep into that single heartbeat, and create something wondrously impossible. We can shape our worlds and live our lives to their fullest. As many lives as we want, and in any direction. But we don’t know at what point that breath, that heartbeat, will reclaim us and transform everything we built into forgotten dust. Not even a full memory, only a ghost of a dream, replaced by the incessant light demanding that our bodies adhere to its own cruel schedule.”
Book:Dustlight