In yesterday's breath, I found fragments of laughter, echoing through the prisms of time. The mirror, a forgotten ally, absorbs the shadows and leaves the luminescence of yesterdays in its wake.
Do you remember the light? Fleeting yet Fierce, it spurred me to chase reflections that danced on glass, weaving tales of the ghosts that linger just behind the pane. The mirror knew, it always knows.
Dare to Reflect Further Into the Echoes