A Dream -- Sunday 5 July

I'm walking on Titan's vast plains, methane raindrops kissing my skin like cool whispers. The ground sighs beneath my feet, a symphony of ancient secrets murmuring through porous rock. Suddenly, I'm at the Twisted Wheel, Australian DJ Vince Peach spinning Aristotle's philosophies into Northern soul grooves. Aquinas dances by, his Summa Theologica scrolling across his robes like neon lights. Chemicals react and diffuse around us, forming intricate patterns in the Martian dust.