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The mind is a theatre that never grows dark, ignited by sleep and a flickering spark.

The curtains of the eyelids are heavy and drawn, to hide all the magic that plays until dawn.

The stage is set wide with no script in my hand, a boundary-less voyage through sea and sand.

I breathe in the colours that do not exist, and dance with the secrets that hide in the mist.

I walk through the shadows, I fly through the halls, where gravity stumbles and logic falls.

It’s a world with limitless exploration and no heavy pretension.

I visit this kingdom at the end of the day, where the masks are thrown away.

With no standards to meet, I am just on a shimmering street, lost in the glow of an endless, unburdened dream.