Beneath the velvet blanket of night, whispering clouds blanket the moon's graceful arc, a dance of light and shadow over the tranquil sea of dreams. Each wave a thought, every ripple a sigh... do you see their visage mirrored back in your waking gaze?
When twilight breaks, casting its golden net over reality,
the reflections in the funhouse mirror laugh and cry all at once.
Which one is the truth, dear wanderer?
Shall we trust the reflection, or the shivering glass?