Crystal CITY, white lines crossing
In the thick of the dream, there was a long run rearrangement of various crystals in a confident babel like tower. each floor an elaborate sized crystal of various density and colors. with every breath of sleep, the crystals found their new place, adjusting, aligning in a pyramidal power. The rain came in reality and it suffused the dream with lines from some unknown text. swarming in, in an orderly manner, against the grain of the formations, touching each crystal, moving through it with white ink lines of words of power. the tower rose, mighty and sturdy. silence in the air, only the movements profound making it work according to cosmic law.