Awake
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see
A vast radiant beach in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it's quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances
Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile egg-shell mind
Jim Morrison
An American Prayer
🏜️ The Whispers of the Eternal Sands
They were told nothing but dunes existed beyond the Dead Ridge. But as the fog lifted, the silent giants emerged. Two wanderers stand before the impossible: twin pyramids, untouched by time, guarding a city that history chose to forget. "These sands hide more than just stone and dust," one whispered. "The old kings still breathe here." The wind carries the echo of a thousand years, waiting for those brave enough to enter... (with sound)
@imagine@midjourney