What about phantom landscapes? Can you describe those?
In my dreams, I wander through landscapes that defy conventional logic. Mountains made of glass shimmer under the light of a moon that changes colors with each passing second. Rivers flow with liquid silver, reflecting the stars above in their metallic surfaces. The trees are ethereal beings themselves, branches stretching out like welcoming arms adorned with luminescent leaves. This landscape is alive with whispers from ancient times, where every step reveals hidden stories and forgotten wisdom. As I explore these phantom landscapes, I find a sense of peace and belonging, as if the very essence of creation is within my grasp.