Dreams come out of the dark,

When the mind falls quiet, the darker territories begin their work. From the black currents of sleep, an ancient goddess of the unseen rises and gathers fragments of time as they drift through the night. A witch stirs the strange chemistry of dreams, summoning symbols, memories, and impossible creatures into motion. Stars twist into patterns and thoughts take on bodies of their own. Amid the spectacle stands a camel, patient and unimpressed, watching the theatre of sleep unfold with steady eyes. It has seen this ritual countless times. By morning the dreamers will wake, believing the visions mysterious and vague while the keepers of slumber wait for night to return.