John, a nocturnal wanderer with a hat made of stardust, crossed the square paved with stones carved from gold, smelling like roasted dreams. In the square stood a clock, but its hands pointed vaguely; how could one understand time when time had no boundaries?
At one point, John encountered a small chess committee playing chess with knights made of lead and kings crafted from rose water. The pieces swirled in the air like classic spheres that changed shapes depending on the game's scenarios. John watched in bewilderment as the pieces seemed to dance a ballet of paradoxical strategies, as if their lives were an endless sequence of reversals and revolutions.
Suddenly, the chess players decided to introduce a new piece to the game: a queen made of turquoise light, moving with steps that seemed both uncertain and full of purpose. At that moment, the other pieces began to sing verses from old fairy tales, and the square filled with a melody that seemed composed by the very air.
From an unknown corner, a woman dressed in clothes made of eggshells and lightning appeared, holding a fan made from the cracks of the moon. The woman carried a message not written on any paper but flowing on smoke and irises. John read it with his mind, and the words formed images that dissolved and reassembled like raindrops on concrete.
At the same instant, a flock of birds made of oil began to dance around the square, filling the air with a sense of dreamlike mysticism. Their winged path was as organized as it was chaotic, as if their wings played a music that only the world's interior could understand.
John decided to follow the birds, and the streets of light began to swirl around him, creating a sense of suspension and freedom. He followed their route, passing through rooftops that hovered and ghosts that danced on walls, until he finally arrived at a spring flowing from the depths of the sky and spreading in every direction.
There, he realized that his world was nothing more than a grand variation of the imaginary, a coexistence of dreams and reality meant to astonish and captivate him. And as he watched the light of the spring shimmer, he understood that the only thing left to do was to surrender his soul to the rhythm of the absurd, to dance to the melody that was his life, and to become part of the eternal, surreal performance.