When I peep through the mirror, I see shadows playing hide and seek.
They giggle softly, like leaves dancing in the wind. Do you see them too? Or are they just playing tricks?
There's a Silvery voice, asking questions without words. It tells stories of ticklish stars
and sleepy galaxies. Sometimes they forget to say goodbye, leaving us in the night’s gentle hold.
Once, I met a boy there. He said he was a dream, lost but not lonely.
We shared secrets only the stars could hear, and his laughter echoed like a lullaby.
Did you know mirrors have memories of old dreams?
They remember reflections of forgotten tomorrows, caught in between what was and what could be.