In the depths of the mirror, you see her—a silent whisper of what once was. She charmed the shadows, whispered secrets of old love recoveries, and beckoned with fingers brushed by unbridled moonlit stories.
Your heart skips amidst swirling depths—these reflections ignite passions unheard for eons. You stand as autumn clothed in transcending amber, and there she is, drifting, eternal in the misted glass.
"Begin to float," she murmurs from shimmering twilight, "cast beneath reverberating nightfall, where echoes of tomorrow embrace us."
Remove the Veils