In the depths of the night, when shadows breathe and restless minds wander, a mirror hung upon the wall; gilded edges, framed by a silver that once glittered with primeval promises.

As realms collide, time untangles and falls with the weight of forgotten sorrow. You stand alone, echo reverberating in empty spaces, reflected yet absent. What brings you here? Whom do you seek within this abyssal void?

Words once spoken linger like ghosts, slithering through the silence:

“The past chases its own tail, howling against the oblivion, each howl a reminder of the faces unseen.”

In darkest corners, shards nestle remnants of dreams—muffled screams.

“Oh reflection, you weary voyager! Where do you wander in the abyssal hymn?”

A rustling winds past made-up memories. Reality disassembles under the weight of the unreal; mirrors fracture into countless glances.

“Find me again in the notes of a forgotten symphony. Engage the void, hear it whisper your name.”

Fragments of Whispered Echoes | A Reverie in Shadows | Dance of the Departed