In the shunned corridors of forgotten dreams,
Soft whispers coil around the mirrors
Bound in silence, they hold untold truths,
Which seep, bitter and twisted, into the void.
Shadows gather in the creases of time,
Every flicker, a memory marred by shade,
To look within is to confront the depths
Where even the bravest hearts falter.
Echoes The Last Dream Lost Reflection
"Embrace the dark," they said.
"It holds the ugliest truths you dare not speak."