"Did the shadow dance," the voice whispered in harmonious discord, "or was it the music?"

"Neither," came the reply, a breeze on the edge of awareness, "it was the silence."

"I saw you there, by the edges of the impossible," they laughed, a sound that danced on mirrors.

"Our reflections? They never stay too long, lest we become them," I replied with a nod to uncertainty.

"What really inhabits the empty space between the echo?"

"...the dreams never dreamt, perhaps?"

"I found a door. The sign read 'nowhere', written in rivers of light."

"Did you walk through, or was it a descent?"

"Mindless, I floated, unbeknownst to gravity's demands."

"But is it 'goodbye', or merely 'until'?"

"The echoes sing of 'again', but which eyes are they using?"

Step into the mist
Converse with illusions
Unravel the silence