In a forest of mirrors, lost equations grow,
Mist hangs like old secrets, veils of vanishing thyme.
Echoes of you whisper, in shadows interrupted
By clocks made of silence; time painting pale.
Rituals of worlds seen and unseen converge,
And in their embrace, numbers plead guilty.
Formulae of heart, veins tangling in dark:
Type "X" where dwarves tread quietly upon dew,
Measure their patience in shadows of stone.
Without equals, without sum—
The mirror murmurs equations lost in echoes,
Known no longer, in a shape unseen.
In these half-hidden refrains,
Truths break against the cry of unknown beaches.
Destination unmarked: trail woven of stars,
Whispers navigate shores lined with silver hair,
Sing the forgotten songs of ancient mirrors.
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