Roots Entwined
As shadows stretch and whispers fade,
do we become the echoes we fear?
The labyrinth, a friend turned stranger,
beckons us deeper.
What foundations do your roots find in the open void?
In the mirror's gaze, we become
what we cannot choose to be:
reflections of a reflection,
truth bending like a trickster light.
Consider, if you will, the tangled webs of thought—who we were, who we are, and who we pretend to be in dreams unuttered.
Each step deeper, an unseen thread;
each word spoken, a silent scream.
The walls are witnesses,
but only you know their names.
In the end, where do the roots take you if not back to where the echoes first began?
Follow the threads: Tapestry Weavers | Whispers of the Unseen