The dream. The fog. The longing.

Beautiful pink fog. Neptune throws golden glitter in your eyes, then into your soul. It dissolves the hard edges of everything. Nothing is real. Everything is. Confusion, Alice-in-Wonderland style. The rose-colored glasses. Hollywood. The direct line to God, or music, which might be the same call.

Two roads. Make it art and it heals. Really heals. Chase it as an exit and you get lost in the fog you made. Neptune hates one thing only: neon light, which is just another word for disappointment. And underneath all of it, the deep one: Neptune governs longing. The longing you can never quite still.