Wanderer's Point of View

Between the time of sleep and the time of dream, there is a world where the sky does not repeat itself and the shadows remember.

A world woven by forgotten memories, unspoken desires and truths stripped of logic.



I was touched by this place — not as a hero, but as someone on the margins of his own history.

Sleeping, yes. Chosen, perhaps.

But the call that drags me does not ask for courage, it asks for listening.



I walked between what is and what could have been,

guided by questions that no silence knew how to silence.

And with each step, reality gives way a little more to the dream.