Thursday morning, the universe wakes, Neon dreams shimmer in psychedelic lakes. One world of order, one born strange, Two souls meet where dimensions change. A crimson wanderer from the deep, With secrets the ancient oceans keep, Meets a ghost of lime and luminous light, A stranger from somewhere beyond the night. One sees the world in angles and squares, The other in shadows, chains, and stares. Yet somewhere beneath the colors that bend, Two different beginnings become one friend. Coral castles twist into the sky, Impossible fish go swimming by. Reality fractures, then learns to flow, As two separate worlds find room to grow.