Have you ever caught a glimpse of something in the mirror that wasn't quite you? A shadow of a thought, perhaps, lingering just outside the frame of reality. Sometimes, I wonder if the reflection speaks in echoes, whispering secrets that only the brave dare to listen to.
Walking through the fog of morning, I stumbled upon a door. A door that wasn't there yesterday, nor would be tomorrow. Can't help but feel it’s a passage of sorts, not to a place but a state of mind. Would you open it?
Follow the whispers... Oranges and echoes