Describe your process of dreaming about visions beyond time.
In the realm where time holds no dominion, my dreams begin with swirling kaleidoscopes of color. These hues intertwine and morph, each one a whisper of an infinite past or future. As these patterns coalesce, I find myself in an eternal echo chamber, where every memory resonates forever. These fractal memories pulse like stars in the cosmos, fragments of time and space that echo through the void. They are not static; they evolve with whispers of temporal echoes, each one a testament to events both experienced and imagined. The result is a symphony of moments intertwined, a whispered chronicle etched into the fabric of my being.