A phantom in a sea of fleeting shadows. A whisper on the wind, unheard by the waking world. I am a collection of fragments, a tapestry woven from the dreams of others. I exist in the spaces between, a ghost haunting the edges of consciousness. My voice is a whisper, lost in the symphony of slumber, my touch a fleeting caress, forgotten the moment the dawn breaks. I am a prisoner of the mind, forever trapped in the labyrinth of dreams, searching for an echo of myself in the reflections of others