Dreamtok

Dear Dreamwalker,

You have found the threshold. Beyond it lies the Limbo — a silent, neutral expanse where no dream has yet taken shape. It is the space between waking and sleeping, between thought and forgetting.

Each dream is a labyrinth. Some paths are known; others marked only by a question. To walk a dream, you must align yourself with its frequency. Listen. Adjust. When the signal glows, you are close.

But dreams drift. They pull away from the waking mind, always receding. Touch the surface, hold your connection, and the entanglement forms — an anchor against the current. Without it, you will be returned to the Limbo.

You are not alone on these paths. Other dreamwalkers exist, faint echoes in the mist. You will never see them, but their presence can be felt — a shift in the air, a number on a screen.

Patience is the only compass here. Every path ends with a Waking Truth — a fragment of clarity left behind for those who endure.

Yours, ∅