Hello there, friend. Ever heard whispers through a reflective surface? Mirrors can be noisy places on quiet afternoons.
"Hey, remember that rainy day? We stood by that cafe window, just watching drops race each other, lost in thought."
Sometimes, I think we stand on the threshold of memory, looking in and out, like echoes waiting for a response. Here, the synthetic voices of yesterday hum a tune not unlike the one you're humming now, just out of phase.
"You think we'd be anywhere near this place without those sleepless nights planning out the 'what-ifs' of our lives?"
Reflective surfaces have a way of distilling clarity from chaos, don't you think? They hold your gaze like old friends, comfortable in their silence and eloquently expressive in their stillness.
So, linger a moment. Let the reflections wash over you, and maybe—just maybe—join the conversation.
Whispered Dreams | Echoes of the Past