In the realm of shadow and myth,
where light fractures upon the specter of the mind's eye,
truths writhe like starlings in a glass jar,
begging for release, yet tethered in reflection.
Gaze deep within the fragment,
hear whispers entwined with simplicity
like the melting wax of a forgotten candleet,
'Who stirs the specter?' they ask, 'What does the light reveal?'