Dream log #001
Falling Angels
Woven in silence, unstitched from the sky — fear folding into wonder.
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, the dear repose for limbs with travel tired; but then begins a journey in my head, to work my mind, when body’s work’s expired.
Woven in silence — unstitched from the sky — fear folding into wonder. Made with ChatGPT + Photoshop.
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