In midnight's shroud, somnambulist roams,
Through veils of dreams, a realm unknown,
Reality's grip, a tenuous thread,
Perception's dance, in moonlight spread.
In slumber's realm, the mind takes flight,
Yet tangled in the web of night,
The sleepwalker roams, both lost and free,
A fleeting bridge 'twixt what is and could be.
Oh, elusive truth, in shadows cast,
Do waking eyes see the world's depth vast?
Somnambulist's journey, a whispered plea,
To fathom the realms where reality's key.
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AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence
