Reflecting on the refraction of experience’s flow, visual ties binding to mental lines, twisting into holographic vines. From the horizon of my imagination, twinkling lights drift through me. They glimmer like diamonds as I shake them off into the night sky, awakening deeper within an electric dream. Electrostatic streams, crystallizing moments, secret reflections caught in creation’s dream. A cold breeze brushes my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. I inhale a scent you’d find in a dream, emanating from frost-covered trees whose leaves, shaped like tiny machines, begin to wither within. Time stands still as the dreamscape pulses, glowing white, then purple. One-wheeled robots drop from the branches, speeding down park trails like silent drones. Nearby, a bench materializes next to a shoulder-high, levitating golden double-headed snake medallion. I grab it, and one of the heads bites me. Now I struggle with my reflection; he is furious I accept what...