A:\ dream compile TRUE!

Code flows from my fingertips as if my Mac were a harp, and I was plucking a keyboard of golden strings. Chords drawn into existence from the graceful sweeping motion of my digits amongst miniature glyph marked pedestals. Effortlessly in appearance, yet skillfully in observation, I caressing these structures into their very own existence. Reaching new heights, and being exposed to new light. Commands flourish as they cascade further down an incrementing trail of numbers marking the shore to an ocean of syntax. Characters swell and break into calm lapping functions that settle into their structured forms, held in place by opposing accolades. Dreams are birthed into existence amongst the tranquility of this surreal sanctuary, hopes are noticed and affirmed.