Across open waters and past the Sphinxes Cove, following the Pillars of Heracles south through the narrow strait of the hanging towers, lies the hazy wonders of the Sleeping Tortugas. Dense azure forests, lush shimmering cities, and magnificent flowing waterfalls are just a few of the spectacles that can be seen clustering to adorn the husks of these massive sleeping giants. The energy and rhythm of their massive warm hearts cause the surrounding emerald waters to shallow and mist; presenting the most dreamy state of mind.
A deep omnipotent, bubbly, pulsing circadian rhythm seems to be the only constant here... purring through us with soothing vibration. It is here that dreams become dreams within dreams - deeper inner worlds of weird 2dimensional softly colored beings transversing ancient columned paths of sub-circuit unspoken connections, each aligning in a predetermined path and binging each other with the grand cosmic giggle.
This place is so wonderful, warm, and lazy... It's easy to forget many things. Time slips deeper down until all becomes lost in the fog of memory. It is only by realizing the decay of our humble vessels that we remember that this is not our final destination. So with farewells and prayers of a safe journey forward, we depart at Indigo beach and catch the westerly trade winds onward...
Waking Dream: wavetemples.tumblr.com/post/94282894973/waking-dream
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