From the mirror's shattered folds, I see you, not as you are, but as you become. In hues of blue and fractals of gold, you dance within the twilight's embrace, a wisp of thought intertwined with the fabric of evening.
The echoes of forgotten times ripple through the vaporous mist, beckoning truths untold by lips sealed beneath the surface of another world. Reach forth, and touch the essence of what should be.
Soft breaths whisper against the canvas of reality, each syllable a droplet in the ocean of dreams. Can you hear the melody, stitched between realms, where silence sings louder than any hymn?
Inscribe your name upon the transient dawn, as twilight graces the celestial arc with the embrace of shadows. Somewhere along this ethereal path, discover the truth you've long overshadowed by the waking light.