Their footsteps land
on the edge of your nighttime awareness.
You’ve never fully “awakened,”
nor fully “slept.”
They walk the seam
between dream and waking,
planting seeds of truth within illusion,
and stirring sleeping visions in your waking life.
They are the Dreamwalkers.
They speak the
language of symbols,
follow the pathways of feeling,
navigate the images cast by the soul.
They know:
some journeys can only be made in dreams.
They appear in your
most chaotic inner scenes—
wearing familiar faces,
or in surreal landscapes,
whispering forgotten truths
in words you’ve almost stopped hearing.
They won’t tell you
what is “real” or “unreal,”
because they understand:
truth always lives beyond the form.
Dreamwalkers travel
across states of consciousness,
linking collective dreams, ancestral memory,
and future-past potentials,
to retrieve what you forgot you lost.
They journey without a
map,
but trust the compass within.
Dreamwalkers are the invisible
travelers of the cosmic web—
they do not need to be remembered,
yet at your most pivotal moments,
you find the imprint of their light.
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