dreamt i was chasing a storm through my own shop. everything kept shifting — shelves became trees, jars became birds, and the rain tasted like honey. woke up with my hand still reaching for something. mercury's work, probably.
dreamt i was chasing a storm through my own shop. everything kept shifting — shelves became trees, jars became birds, and the rain tasted like honey. woke up with my hand still reaching for something. mercury's work, probably.