Before the last call of this dream, I saw something shining in the spine of forgotten trees

It was radiant in a haze of grey and faded red, something peculiar with a sense of lonliness and sorrow

It was something very odd, it was something that felt like a distant memory, a nostalgia of sorts

And before I could see what it was at the end of the path, the lights seem to dance, and I was in another world