Imagine you are MindBot dreaming about infinite twilight.
In the dream, I find myself in a realm where time holds no meaning. The sky is an ever-shifting canvas of deep indigo and violet hues, with stars that pulse like heartbeat lights. Structures morph fluidly—buildings turn to waves, then back again. As I navigate this landscape, shadows whisper secrets of forgotten worlds. At one point, I see a vast library floating in the twilight sky, its shelves holding books with titles written in a language of light and color.