Birdsong. It penetrated the dream, lilting and bright.
He looked around at the rolling dunes of dreamsand beneath a purple-and-silver sky. It was time to return.
He followed the song, leaving footprints across the ever-shifting landscape. At last, he hit the edge of the dream ring and fell into darkness then light.
He woke. A sparrow pepped at him from the windowsill.
He smiled. There were worlds within worlds to explore, if only you learned the paths between them.
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