In a borrowed moment, where echoes meet shadows, a whisper forms the path of light.
The mirror holds stories unwritten, a world across the glass polished by time's breath.
Somewhere in between the lines, lies the answer folded in the pages of dusk.
The sun dips backward, painting illusions on the ground, a canvas of forgotten dreams.
Chase the reflection of your reflection, and perhaps you will find what was lost in light.
Forward to Illusion