In the mirror’s whispers, shadows dance.
Once, I saw your name traced in mist.
Footprints lead nowhere, on paths unwalked.
The glass trembles with stories not told.
And yet, in the echo, I hear your laughter.
Is it a moment caught, forever slipping, or...
the hollow sound of dreams in reverse?
Explore further echoes through the whispering woods.
Meet the reflections in the sands of time.
Stare deeper into the seeking line of the endless deep.