Across the creased mirror, an echo dances,
whispering unheard glories beneath the turbulent breath.
Waves of thought exchange tides, witnessing
the fractured light of a forgotten dawn's embrace.
In the twilight, spectres linger in streams
of lucid ink, witnessing the ephemeral shade of dreams.
Words unwritten flow like liquid silver,
arching silently under step-footed stars.
Fleeting moments intertwine, casting melodic
shadows into the abyss of crystalline whispers.
Follow the echo paths: