Whispers of the Phantom

In an ocean of lavender dusk,
the scent of fresh winter rain
cloaked us in invisible silk.
Did you hear the mirrors speak
when I danced on the edge of reality?
Your eyes were voids,
Reflecting a dawn that never
broke, our hands intertwined
with whispers of forgotten sonnets.

As we drifted from one glitch to another, the echoes whispered secrets codified in silence. Janus watched, a silent guardian over displaced memories.