Dreams arrived as scheduled.
The pervasive blue haze need not be mentioned further.
In the midst of this boundless and profound dream, everything was enveloped in delicate layers of blue mist, as if the entire world was immersed in the mysterious atmosphere of chaos at its inception.
This mist was unlike the light, ethereal vapor found at dawn; it was denser, more melancholic.
It was as if it flowed from ancient legends, pregnant with endless stories and fantasies.
The surrounding scenes were blurred and indistinct, neither mountains and rivers nor ocean, neither woods nor skies. All boundaries became obscure within this blue mist, resembling the primal chaos when heaven and earth first divided.
Walking in such a dream, each step seemed to tread on nothingness, feeling both light and heavy, where the concepts of time and space lost their meaning.
