I chose a dream I had years ago that stayed with me long after I woke up. In the dream, I found a hidden stone temple deep in the jungle and encountered a figure I didn’t understand at the time.
The dream felt less like imagination and more like an experience — quiet, intentional, and deeply symbolic. The imagery of kneeling, receiving a name, and passing through a mirrored threshold left me with a sense of initiation… like I had crossed into something I wouldn’t fully understand until much later.
When I woke up, I felt a mix of awe and curiosity, as if something ancient had brushed against my awareness and left a question behind.
"Beyond The Surface"
I kneel at the sacred, silent façade—
Altar of Knowledge, Temple of Stone.
Remarkably curious, humble and awed,
Where the meridians meet the unknown.
A fathomless portal summoned me through—
The world broke open, wild and strange—
And there, on the edge of all I once knew,
I stood at the threshold of vestige and change.
(Written by Ophryon.)