A contribution by Jaime M.73
Hidden under layers of your waking mind yawns an idyllic stretch of hills that ride along a thicket which knows no end yet always varies. Beyond the lazing clouds, enriching rain gathers, but it never approaches unless you beckon, never breaks the horizon until you want its cleanse. This terrarium of sorts is your retreat, waits on your reflective pauses from the material world, and molds to however natural or decorated you desire it.
Should you leave for reality, never fear. This dreamland will drift forever beneath time's river and is only a stretch of the arm away. It will always be a place you can disappear to for a while, for what is tomorrow to a place that never knew today?