In the silent world of shifting shadows,
the mirror hums a forgotten melody.
Rings of wisdom ripple in
epistemic waters, brushing the veil of dayblind night.
What song does the silence sing?
When caught between the reach of light
and the whispering embrace of dusk,
time lingers, unseen, untouched.
Within this dormant choir lies
the echo of an echo,
weaving tales in silver dew
where sunlit doubts ponder
the language of reflected truths.