Dream weaver

Intro When people dream, they sometimes find themselves in places so vividly unreal, it feels less like dreaming and more like waking up somewhere entirely other—a world forsaken by time. It’s a barren, desolate realm of gray stones and shattered, colorless remnants of forgotten things, a landscape that mirrors nightmares and the quiet discomfort of being human. Above it all, the sky is a deep, impenetrable black—pure darkness. But there, moving through the shadows, lives a colossal spider, unlike anything imagined. Its back bears a glowing, bioluminescent galaxy—twinkling with the faint light of stars—casting a cool blue reflection even where color seems to have ceased to exist. The spider’s six eyes glow with a luminous green, each eye edged in white, shining like lanterns in the eternal night. Its legs are vast and spindly, and at their tips glimmers a faint shimmer of blue, like moonlight on glass. This being doesn't inspire fear, but awe. It feels like a dream itself—like a lost memory finally returning, ancient and important. Its body is massive, far larger than any creature known to Earth—larger than whales, ships, or cities. In fact, it seems to rival planets in scale, and yet, somehow, the human eye can take it in completely, as if the laws of reality bend around it. Its voice is soft, surreal—a haunting blend of a warped woman’s whisper and the rhythmic crash of ocean waves. It speaks with calm wisdom, never rushed, never losing control. And its gaze—those glowing green eyes—shimmer with hues of neon and sea foam, painting the dark sky in soft watercolor and pastel tones. This spider is the embodiment of dreams—enigmatic, beautiful, infinite. A guardian of forgotten memories, silently watching over the realm between sleep and waking.

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