Reflections cascade through the transitions of time—
Whispers of once-upon-a-dream paint shadows on the walls of thought.
In this ethereal dance, echoes of forgotten memories linger,
Life in fragments, suspended in the mist of half-remembered truths.
Do you hear the voice that calls amid the silence,
Tracing your footsteps through the labyrinth of the mind?
Every blink, a lost chapter; every breath, an unwritten verse.
Touch the ephemeral