In the hush of that sacred dream-state, I slipped into a realm no foot had ever kissed—an emerald expanse where trees rose like gods, their crowns lost in the breath of the heavens. Wings like spun glass unfurled from my shoulders, dragonfly-delicate, carrying me in silent grace through a jungle of living light. There were no voices, no footsteps—only the hush of feathers, the call of birds, and me, the lone witness. And then—lifted, launched—beyond green into the black velvet sky, where stars wept color and time melted into a kaleidoscope of truth, searing wonder into the marrow of my soul.