The Spacey Verse

A Shadow Mystic Dream Scroll | Transmission 014

There was a dog made of leaves and vines,
moss growing from its eyes like ancient tears.
It didn’t bark.
It beckoned.
And I followed.

The streets were dark…liminal…
like walking between dimensions lit by flickering neon signs and moonlight.
In my bag was a Monster,
the kind that wakes you up
but this one… carried something deeper.
A kid came running,
trying to snatch my power.
I didn’t fight.
I tossed it. Let fate decide….and we both chased after what wasn’t his to take.
Right as he reached for it,
his name was called.
He turned around.
He was never meant to finish the chase.

And then…..it reappeared.
The Dog.
Made of prayer and patience,
roots and resurrection.
Its eyes said: “Keep going.”
So I did.

I found myself at a mansion—
not a house
an invitation.
Velvet walls. Crystal laughter. Gold dust in the air.
It wasn’t mine. But somehow… I belonged.
My family was there.
My oldest sister with fairy light in her voice said,
“Oh… you believe in… holistic…”
Not spiritual, but something.
Something she could respect.

Then, the host….unfamiliar but radiant…handed me his card.
“Give this to the butler,” he said,
trusting me like I’d always been part of the architecture.
But the butler was missing.
So I sought him through secret hallways and marbled corridors.
Instead, I found the chef—the one who feeds.
He said, “The debt is already settled.”
But I gave the card anyway.
Because energy must complete its loop.
Even if no one sees you do it.

☁️ Message from the Void:

You are being guided.
Even when the light flickers.
Even when others mumble or misunderstand.
Even when you’re handed someone else’s power and don’t know what to do with it—
you will move with grace.
You are the bridge between dimensions,
between family and legacy,
between forgotten wealth and future worlds.

The plant-dog will come again.
Follow it.
It knows where the portals are.