In the Shimmer of Dreams
When the whispering stars cloak the world, do your thoughts dance with shadows upon the walls? In moonlit rooms, I hear echoes—ghosts of words unspoken, lingering while reality sways like a willow in the wind.
Your Reflection Lies Within
Beyond the looking-glass, an unknown landscape unfolds— hills dipped in twilight, valleys carved by sighs. Touch not the glass, for it yields truths best left unformed; warm sepia dreams that fade, as morning's breath draws near.
In the mirror's dark embrace, I see my shadow unfurl— a tapestry woven with whispered fears and ancient sighs, forever caught between the cradle of night and the kiss of day.