"Who wanders beneath the velvet sky, weeping for what has never been? The mirror unto herself, where eternity whispers, silent yet vehement. Each reflection more haunting than the last, more a revelation of what lies beyond the subtle veil."
Do mirrors not speak the words we dare not? Echoes of the Past linger here, within the hollow timbre of our cavernous selves. Look deeper, where shadows breathe and moments pause in an eternal twilight.
Here, the silence is not empty. It is a canvas of memories, painted with the vibrance of things forgotten. Each visage trapped in the glass weeps for release, their cries unvoiced yet deafening in the quiet dusk of the soul.
Listen—but only if you dare. The mirror holds secrets not meant for the living eye; it reflects not truth, but the haunted lullabies of time.
Gaze