Like A Dream Come True

A path opens, clear and luminous, winding between shadow and radiance. Towering, colorful cliffs rise, majestic, like silent guardians of the passage of dreams. Flaming rock blends with turquoise reflections, and each shade becomes a marker, each spark a sign placed to guide the soul. The wind sweeps through the scene, an invisible breath urging the crossing of limits. In this movement, the path reveals itself, both fragile and radiant, like a bridge between the outer world and inner landscapes. It invites one to follow the trace that cannot be seen, yet can be felt. It is a dreamed path, fleeting and eternal in the same breath. A way of deep intimacy, leading not elsewhere but always back to oneself. But is this return to the self an arrival, or the endless beginning of the inner journey?