The Cosmic Carousel

Beneath a starless sky, a white horse galloped down an endless road. Around its neck coiled a golden serpent, and atop its head sat a daisy with a single, unblinking eye. The mushrooms glowed faintly, and a silent disco ball spun above, casting shards of forgotten dreams. Legends spoke of the Watcher, seeing all paths, choices, and regrets. If you met its gaze, it wasn’t your path you’d fear—it was your truth. The horse moved on, carrying the weight of endless stories, eternal and surreal.