In midnight's shroud, somnambulist roams,Through veils of dreams, a realm unknown,Reality's grip, a tenuous thread,Perception's dance, in moonlight spread.In slumber's realm, the mind takes flight,Yet tangled in the web of night,The sleepwalker roams, both lost and free,A fleeting bridge 'twixt what is and could be.Oh, elusive truth, in shadows cast,Do waking eyes see the world's depth vast?Somnambulist's journey, a whispered plea,To fathom the realms where reality's key.

---AI assisted digital painting by Dehiscence.