I Dream in Echoes

I wake, but I do not wake.
I walk, but I do not move.
The sky is made of memory,
and the road bends where I have yet to step.

Is this the dream? Or am I?

Perhaps you are seeking more:

• The nature of the loop.
• The ones who came before.
• Or maybe, this was never here at all.

Return to where you came from.