The walls remember laughter, half-formed sentences dissolve like sugar in warm tea.
Between mirrors, whispers wander—who do they call on the other side?
Footsteps echo in the absence of absence—remnants of moments pondering the static.
Illusions morph; we step through dreams colored in faded photographs.
Shadows cling to memories, ephemeral yet tangible, palpable echoes of selves lost.
What if the sun, navigating distrust, casts glimmers over the forgotten?
Scroll and explore the pathways were once threaded through clouds of thought...
Stepping from one reality to the next, do we leave traces adrift?
In the mirror crumples, fragments whisper—for thoughts are but ways of fading.
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