Across the cascading colors, I find you—echoes of violet singing in the shadows.

The glassy surface of love, distorted yet true, reflects fleeting moments; a dance of our dreams beneath the bending prism.

Fingers intertwine as light bends, throwing intricate patterns upon our souls. Each segment a story, each hue a whisper of memory.

In the refracted heart, I see a universe; stars made of whispered words and galaxies of untold desires.

There is a mirror within the void, where every thankless gaze seeks solace in hidden orchid fragments.

As we navigate this labyrinth of light, know this: the path is less important than the footprints we leave behind.