magical reverie calling

The tumultuous crowd of questions in the mind sought answers but remained unanswered. An expedition that lasted long wasn't long enough, and the self was still an enigma to the mystery-solving rationales. Why indeed the mind was eager to know answers for everything?

The treasure chest was opened and the priceless treasure laid there waiting to be conquered. But none could set even a finger on this treasure. Mankind had lost it to no good, and relished in the phony world made of flippant hearts. An escape was calling, and it led me into another reverie, where I was forced to close my eyes and dream. Throughout the journey, that I had made so far, the experience had become my inspiration to dream on little things that seemed usual but too unusual. I piled my dream one by one, on top of one another, and my eyes were gleaming with joy as they saw the glasshouse taking its majestic form again. The dragon flew around, circling the glasshouse and giving it a divine aura. Yes, the zing was about to happen again to prove me wrong that it happened only once.

The illusion of the search in the magical reverie seemed hopeful, and the comeback appeared helpful.