chapter IX

In-Between Skins

Amidst the tapestry of existence, there lies a nebulous junction

a realm

where reality’s edges blur

and the extraordinary converges

with the mundane

this is the inbetween,

a place

where contradictions intertwine

and opposites

entwine.

 

Here,

shadows cast doubts

upon the certainties of light,

and time dances a tango

with eternity

It’s a place

where whispers of forgotten dreams

mingle with the echoes

of waking thoughts,

where the veil

between the conscious

and the subconscious

shimmers like gossamer.

In the inbetween,

the stars

do more

than

merely

twinkle

they

confide

secrets

to

the

moon

and the wind

carries

those whispers

across

dimensions

unknown

 

 

Rivers may flow

both

upstream and down,

while trees sport leaves

of every hue,

painted

by the hands

of

a

cosmic

artist.

 

 

Boundaries become mere illusions,

like mirages

in a desert

of endless possibilities.

Landscapes shift like sand dunes,

unveiling realms

that challenge perception and coax

the mind

to question

its very foundation.

 

 

Here,

the tangible and intangible

are held

in delicate equilibrium,

a dance

of contradictions

that

defies

reason.

Ethereal creatures

glide through the inbetween,

neither wholly real

nor entirely imagined.

They embody the essence

of the enigmatic,

born from the dreamscape

and

given form

in the waking world.

 

 

The inbetween

grants them passage,

weaving them

into the fabric

of reality

as

threads

of

fantasy.