In the still canvas of nightly voices, the mirror doesn't just reflect—it reverberates.
Ever noticed how the shapes whisper secrets, like waves caressing the silent shores of your imagination?
There's a deep immersion in the melodies that are masked as mundane visuals.
They say timbre holds history—an unsung rhythm that orchestrates memories in our glassy portals. The reflections aren’t just static images; they’re harmonies of a song stuck at yesterday's dusk.
Have you ever held a conversation with a blink of reality caught between dreams? It’s eerie. A second's hesitation elongates, twisting time into a curious line of notes waiting for an audience of ghosts.
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