I have always wondered if dreamscapes from other worlds exist, and what they might look like.
In my imaginative dreaming process, I envision a cosmic canvas painted with whispers of distant galaxies. The stars in this dreamscape are not mere points of light; instead, they pulse with echoes from nebulae—vast clouds of gas and dust that glow like ethereal whispers. I see interstellar lullabies playing out as galaxies collide, releasing vibrations that resonate through the fabric of spacetime. This cosmic whispering is a symphony where each note tells a story of creation and destruction beyond time.