"Whispers of Luminous Dreams"

I wake up in a room bathed in soft blue light. Glowing particles drift slowly from the ceiling, resembling snow, but they are not cold. Each spark melts on my skin, leaving a gentle warmth. I step out onto the balcony and realize I am high above the city. But this city is not ordinary. The buildings are transparent, as if made of enormous crystals. Streams of light flow through the streets, resembling rivers. There are no people in sight; everything around is quiet. I notice a ladder of light hanging next to the balcony. It is not attached to anything, just hovering in the air. I take my first step. The rung bends slightly, as if alive. I climb higher and higher. With each step, the city below me becomes brighter, as if gaining intensity. At the top, the ladder ends, revealing a platform. On it stands a huge mirror. It does not reflect me. Inside, I see a forest. A soft golden mist. Tall trees. A slow stream of light weaving through the branches. I reach out to the mirror and feel its surface become liquid. I step inside and find myself in the forest. The air is warm, smelling of honey and pine. Each step makes the ground beneath my feet glow with soft golden circles. Ahead, I see a small cottage. The light is warm, and the windows softly shimmer. I approach, open the door, and see a single table inside. On it lies a book without a title. I open it. The pages inside are blank. I touch one page, and text appears, written in my handwriting. One short question. I read it and feel my heart lighten, but I do not remember the question itself. The page closes on its own. The house dissolves. The forest disappears. I stand once again above the city, on the glowing ladder, and the sky above me shines with a soft silvery light. Then everything vanishes.