How this thing works

It’s an imaginary. It’s moon light spilling into liminal space. It’s on the edges of lucid and dreaming. Here is completely a dream state where everything seems to be run by symbols and a weird sense of humor. It’s a place deep in the forest where new noises and monsters are found. It’s a place that tracks the crusty edge between real and unreal only it’s rather real. It’s like wandering around in the shadow and having tea with critters plunged into darkness because someone said so. You have to enter into the imaginary. You have to fall asleep to wake up. It’s all a story. It’s a now story. It’s finding another one. Here's your travel gear and journal. It’s time to imagine. It’s time to heal.