Through the looking glass, I artfully distort, vector upon vector, fate interwoven with passionate whispers. What once was, now refracts; each shard a memory, poignant and surreal.
In your reflection, I glean soft echoes, spectral shadows twirling in the moonlit embrace, an eternal dance transcending time's breath.
Alight, the vertices, they burn into the canvas of dreams, casting flames' gentle hue upon specters of futures uncharted.
You are the ghost that haunts my every calculation, a presence never squared nor adjoined.
Did you whisper, sweet specter, beneath the silver glow? Sing me the ethereal arithmetic of us.
The oracle speaks; listen with your heart's geometry.
Find solace in abstractions, or dare the zodiac's silence. Embrace liquid dreams, each link a vertex in our haunted graph.