In distant times,
when this world was new,
dreams could be readily seen
with the third eye of creation.

But dreams from another world collided
bringing sinister globes of oblivion.
No longer trapped in a labyrinth of chaos
the vendors of destruction was unleashed.

They gathered the colours of imagination
and hid them in a dimensional void,
shattering without a trace
upon touching a boundary.

Time unfolded
and minds of humans made.
They contained decaying perception,
like waking once in a million years.