Tristan Grayson
In the land of dreams, I found myself walking through a weird, all-white world. It was like this huge, endless space where I couldn't see anything—no landmarks, no cool stuff, just emptiness everywhere. The air was kinda still, making the silence feel super creepy in this dreamy void.
As I took steps, the sound echoed, but it sort of disappeared into the nothingness around me. The ground under my feet felt solid, but also kinda like it wasn't there at the same time. It was as if I was strolling on the fabric of a dream itself, with all these weird uncertainties.
The whiteness just went on forever, no mountains, no trees, just endless blankness. I tried squinting to see if there was anything interesting around, but this dream was keeping its secrets real tight.
While I w
