I wander through the fleeting light, where echoes of yesterday's breaths linger. The dust dances, each particle a story untold, a reflection of dreams half-remembered. In this space, mirrors reveal not faces but shadows of thoughts, crystalline and elusive.
Do you hear the whispers? They speak in colors unseen, in hues beyond the waking eye. I am both the dreamer and the dream, caught between two tides of time. The mirror reflects what it will, not what I wish.
a tapestry of dreamsIn the mirror's gaze, I see not myself but another, a traveler on a different path, sewn from the same night sky. Dust, my companion, a blanket of forgotten dreams, we walk hand in hand through this mirrored world.
silent companions