"At the edge of decay, under the shadow of certain extinction, what will be the world's best last chance, and how will we know it when it comes? Are we truly doomed to annihilate ourselves as our doomscrolling suggests? We cannot remain here in landscapes of grief. There is another plane of existence where time can be expanded and contracted - the dream.

That vividly intense terrain of luminous endlessness where we are struck by beauty and terror, the place where everything feels "real", can be crafted without decrees and regulations.

Where is the awe for our tired and grief-stricken world? The awe of the dream? The thinker, the creator, the gods, they are not condemned to plummet the world into darkness; they can make a dream of it. Desperation unlocks end-of-days thought spirals, halts and dignifies the precipice with a delirious fever of cures - the visionary's last gift."