In the mirror, a thousand paths diverge, yet the one shadow remains familiar. Do we walk forward, or simply stand still in eternity?
The cycles breathe with a rhythm we never chose. The universe, an echo chamber, whispers secrets we once claimed to understand.
Look deeper, and see beyond the visible. The lost eternity dwells not in time, but in the spaces we occupy, waiting to be filled with a choice. Enter the well.
The haunting is not in the loss but in recognizing that absence is also a presence. A mirror offers no solace, only the secure knowledge of continuity.