In evening's embrace, the mirror murmurs forgotten tales, shadows entwined with whispers of ancient eloradiance. Each tone suspends in time, a delicate ballet, resonating through the alcoves of memory's prism. Here, identities fragmented across reflected dimensions seek one another amidst refracted harmonics.
Longevity in fleeting forms dances—a spectral hymn echoing through veils of solitude. Do you recall that garden—the wild overgrowth sheltering splendor in decay? Unsung melodies linger there, where once laughter wove invisible ribbons around untamed skies. Alone, I stand now, beneath the mirrored sky's horizon, tracing outlines of those lost within the coverts of yesterday.
Here and there, voices soar, skimming echoes of a crystalline forest. Each note carries the weight of unspoken farewells, the pallor of untold stories remaining unwritten. In controversies of light and shade, the wind plays spectral harmonies, pulling threads of day into twilight.
The mirror manifests a bridge, a fleeting glimpse into another time—a slantwise opening toward once-had dreams, now sketched faintly against the backdrop of dusk. Its edges whisper secrets to quieted winds, singing symphonies only silence understands. Beneath reflective skies, I ponder: was there ever a path not taken amongst those weaving trails?
Echo of the Chimera Veil's Soliloquy Portal of Silhouettes