Past the reflective surface, lies a whispering void
Like echoes trapped between space and time, waiting
Are we just images projected into a glass labyrinth?
In the corridors of forgotten dreams...
Remember... remember the shadow that followed you?
Finding solace in the imperfection of refracted selves
A moment caught between who you were and who you might be
Yet the glass shatters beneath a weight unseen, unheard
Each piece a portal to another choice...
In the mirrors, what truth hides behind edges blurred?
A reflection, more real than reality itself, waiting... waiting.