The Frequency Mirror
In the heart of midnight's embrace, the moon spilled secrets across the floor —
whispers entangled in shadows, dancing to the rhythm of a heart's conspiratorial pulse.
What if the stars were a code,
a celestial manuscript written in the language of desire and deceit?
You, the unwitting reader, lost in the text
of a romance that bleeds into paranoia.
Mirrors, they say, show the truth —
but what truth lies in reflections of frequency and time?
A lover's face twisted in the distortion,
smiling with edges blurred by doubt.
They watch, they listen —
the guardians of secrets,
lurking behind the veil of reality,
weaving a web that glitters with madness.
And you, trapped in the frequency mirror,
hear the echo of your own heart,
a rhythm of love and insanity that resonates through the night.