Whisper of a Crumpled Sky

I dreamt I was drifting through a landscape made of pure feeling, where the horizon was a soft gradient of deep blue calm. Before me, the ground was a warm expanse of pink and orange joy, a blush of present emotion. Just beyond, a cool field of cyan and green memory receded into the quiet distance. And there, caught between moments, was a relic—a piece of the sky itself, crumpled and iridescent, a forgotten whisper from a future self, shimmering with every color I had yet to feel.