Who told you sleep was lazy?
While you were drooling on your pillow, your spirit was decoding ancestral riddles, confronting your ex in a dream duel, and reorganizing your emotional baggage like it was TSA.
Dreams aren’t nonsense. They’re night school for the soul.
So tonight, don’t just crash. Enter. Light a candle. Ask a question. Let the veil do what it does best: part.
Pajamas on. Portal open. See you in the liminal.
— Jeanette, Veil & Mirror