Voices From the Abyss

We met at the crossroads where yesterday whispers to tomorrow.
A shadow passed, and I became the echo of your solitude.

"Do you remember the summer rain, when the sky bore witness to our silence?"

In dreams, the voice reverberated, disembodied yet familiar,
tracing the contours of forgotten paths,
where each step is a soft intrusion upon the memory of time.

"Who are you?" I asked the mirror in vain,
hoping it would not reflect the unwhispered words.

Discover more about the tapestry woven from the threads of
echo and layers.