And as my dream slowly faded, I awoke with a brimming heart full again with wonder and hope.

An ethereal tableau of impossible geodes, woven into the very fabric of this dream, fading into the mist. Bygone ghouls and mystical sages whispering tales of timelessness and transcendence. A raven horse suspended in time and space, riding through time-beaten corridors of a medieval castle. A chorus of ancient voices reverberated through the walls that faintly delimited understanding.

It was all there while it wasn't. As if my only purpose in this dreamscape was to carry the essence of such poetic vision despite ever being able to remember or understand it.

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Part of Responsive Dreams Live Minting Experience - 14/15 June 2023 - Nau Bostik, Barcelona
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