In the fold of the mirror's haunted veil, the beginning hums a forgotten song,
where the shadows dare not linger, yet shadows always sing.
Once, a gaze was cast upon the void, and in that moment, eternity blinked.
A reflection speaks... but who listens?
Adrift in the corridors of time, we find echoes of yesteryears,
only to discover that the past wears an unyielding mask of the future.
With each turning of glass, the cycle of ages resumes.
And we, mere reflections of reflections, continue the dance.
transience | closure