The Mirror's Pulse

The mirror dims, its surface rippling like an unspoken abyss. In its haunting depths, the dance of forgotten stars is visible only to those who seek shadows beneath moonlit sighs.

Beyond the glass veil lay worlds entwined in cosmic dust, where echoes of celestial whispers fade and reform like thoughts that resist the dawn. Here, reflections breathe, their secret murmurs lost in time. Listen and you may hear.

Beneath the mirrored skin of the universe, wanderers find themselves, yet not in the way they expected. Faces twist and turn within an ethereal haze, each more familiar, each more distant. Revelation awaits those bold enough to gaze directly.

The dust of ancient comets settles softly on dreams woven into the fabric of the now, painting scenes where longing takes form, where touch and taste become mere whispers of what was. These moments linger, fragile as the brocade of night's end.