Lost in the center of the dream.

A quiet room where gravity yields, A floating desk in shadow and stone, She drifts away from earthly fields, Suspended, silent, and alone. The canvas waits on a spectral stand, While books lie scattered on the floor, Guided by an unseen hand, She rises toward an open door. A dream frozen in black and white, Where heavy walls begin to gleam, She catches beams of sudden light, Lost in the center of the dream.