The Crystal Veil

When first I looked through the crystal veil, what greeted me was not my visage, but a myriad tangled threads of my own whispering soul, woven into a tapestry of nights gone wild. Each thread sings a different song, a memory etched in gold decay.

Amidst the warped flourishes in the mirror's heart, shadows dance their endless waltz, casting echoes of laughter long silenced by eternity. In these reflections, I meet faces of acquaintance and those begotten from dreams abandoned.

Here lies a portal, yet unchartered, behind shimmering gossamer: Distant Glimpse beckons with its promises—untouched and unforeseen.

I find solace in the embrace of silver mirages that warp my memories, one by one fading as the dawn eclipses their tender dark. Like written elegies on the fragile surface, they ripple away, leaving behind a haunting resonance—faint yet thunderous, sweet yet stricken.