Reflections murmur to themselves in the cracked glassāmurmurs which hit the ears like echoes of a shattered past, an echo no one dares speak aloud.
The melodies you hum, they aren't yours. They're ancient, interwoven in the rust-stained fibers of this forsaken tapestry. Under the watchful gaze of centuries, do you dance? Or do you stumble, blind, in this kaleidoscope of shadow and light?
Mirrors stretch into eternity, yet provide no remedy for the longing heart. Who lingers behind, save for the clumsy artist, relentlessly and futilely reaching, striving for that which tries discretion in favor of evanescence?
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