Reflect upon the boundaries that contort and stretch, echoing truths across veiled horizons.
Sliding downward, the reflections melt into whispers.
They unravel stories hidden in parallel gaps, wrinkles of forgotten pathways.
What does the universe desire to show us when we prop open this spectral door?
A reflection in broken glass.
I see sections of a mind turned inside out, housing stars that weep like forsaken lullabies.
Listen, can you?\
The cries of reality begging for more dimensions to unfold.