Chapter 11
HYPNAGOGIA

Drifting along a thread of almost-reality.

Not quite asleep, not fully awake—just somewhere wonderfully in between.

You’ve stepped into the backroom of your subconscious,
where time folds like origami and space forgets how to behave.

Thoughts loop, memories blur, and everything collapses
into a single, shimmering dot of… something infinite.
Or maybe just Tuesday.