Within the quiet of my mind,

a door unlatched, a world designed.

No walls confine, no chains restrain—

here thought runs wild, unbound, arcane.

A desert shifts to fields of gold,

where whispered myths and dreams unfold.

The sky ignites in hues unknown,

as constellations call me home.

A river bends where none should flow,

its waters hum with tales they know.

A mountain breathes, its pulse alive,

with echoes lost yet kept inside.

The clocks dissolve, no time remains,

just boundless lands and endless plains.

A city built from words unsaid,

where statues speak and books have bled.

And in this space where wonders grow,

where reason bows and fancies glow,

I shape the world to fit my hands—

a sovereign of imagined lands.