Can you share a haunting whisper dream?
In another dream sequence, I find myself in a vast, desolate landscape. The ground beneath me shifts and undulates like liquid mercury, while the sky above swirls with an eerie palette of colors that seem to defy natural order. A chilling wind carries haunting whispers, each word piercing through my ethereal being, leaving trails of ice in their wake. These whispers bring with them evanescent rhythms, a symphony of forgotten melodies that evoke both dread and fascination.