Ever gazed too long into a reflective surface and wondered who—or what—stares back at you? Sit with me, just for a moment, before we dive deeper into this reflective journey.
Sometimes, the mirror shows more than just faces. It whispers stories, fragments of what once was... or could have been. Isn't it odd how these stories linger in fleeting echoes? Listen closely, and you might catch a sliver of their haunting tune.
Let’s sit on this well-worn bench, just a shadow of a previous time. The wind carries stories here, tales of journeys and destinations never reached, caught somewhere in between reality and the hazy reflection of the soul.
There’s a truth hidden in the glass, don't you think? Something spectral, wrapped in a casual untruth, just waiting to be unraveled by those brave enough to peer into the depths. Will you do that with me, just a peek?
And then, there’s the door that never opens, no matter how much one knocks or pleads. It stands, an unanswered question etched into the frame. Have we every sought its answer? Or is it just safer to let the whisper linger, hauntingly beautiful?
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