Shadows dance over forgotten echoes,
weaving whispers of woven dreams —
a single gaze pierces through the mist,
yet it sees nothing but itself reflected back.
Visit another illusion
Spinning threads of silvered twilight,
where every glance is an untold secret,
resting beneath the surface of the surface.
The hidden paths reveal...?
In the depth of a moment lost in time,
woven glances turn to dust,
yet they linger, watching, waiting —
a spectral embrace in the labyrinth.
Infinite drift