Night, world of dreams.

Lately, I find myself stuck in the same place, as if life has pressed pause. My education, skills, interests, even friendships—they all feel like distant echoes, just words without meaning. Strangely, I no longer ask, "Why me?" or feel bad about it. Something else has taken over—an unfamiliar yet oddly comforting state of mind.

I’ve grown to love solitude. Whether it's eating alone in a quiet restaurant, taking a ride with no destination, or simply watching the world move while I stand still, I feel at ease. The noise of people, their expectations, their hurried lives—it all fades into the background. But the real magic happens at night.

In my dreams, I escape. I visit places that shouldn’t exist—worlds so breathtakingly strange yet familiar, like forgotten memories from a past life. Towering cities bathed in ethereal light, endless oceans reflecting colors I’ve never seen before. Every night, I step into a new reality.

I think about these places all day, but the details slip through my fingers like sand. Words fail me, sentences crumble before they form. Maybe one day, you’ll dream like this too. And when you do, you’ll understand.

Lately, I find myself stuck in the same place, as if life has pressed pause. My education, skills, interests, even friendships—they all feel like distant echoes, just words without meaning. Strangely, I no longer ask, "Why me?" or feel bad about it. Something else has taken over—an unfamiliar yet oddly comforting state of mind.

I’ve grown to love solitude. Whether it's eating alone in a quiet restaurant, taking a ride with no destination, or simply watching the world move while I stand still, I feel at ease. The noise of people, their expectations, their hurried lives—it all fades into the background. But the real magic happens at night.

In my dreams, I escape. I visit places that shouldn’t exist—worlds so breathtakingly strange yet familiar, like forgotten memories from a past life. Towering cities bathed in ethereal light, endless oceans reflecting colors I’ve never seen before. Every night, I step into a new reality.

I think about these places all day, but the details slip through my fingers like sand. Words fail me, sentences crumble before they form. Maybe one day, you’ll dream like this too. And when you do, you’ll understand.