The selves met, in whispers caught, tangled echoes of yesterday, shadows breaking, trickling into tomorrow.
Fragments of a story untold, woven in the glass's cold embrace, trust turned to smoke, rising in spirals.
Mirrored lies held tight, spinning webs of deception, once friends, now divided by the prism's edge.
Rivers of time flow in reverse, a ceaseless echo of laughter swimming against the tide. Are you there? In the moment that is not yours yet is always?
Through the fractured light, voices emerge—silent screams of honesty buried beneath the weight of fleeting trust and shimmering treachery.
The kaleidoscope of consciousness twists, reshaping with every breath. Do you see her? Do you see yourself in her reflection, distorted beyond recognition?
Fingers trace the edge of the mirror, seeking comfort in cool glass, yet find only the warmth of betrayal, a radiant glow in shadowy corners.
${The whispered winds carry secrets, secrets of forgotten dreams and unspoken fears, entwining like lovers beneath woven branches of silver and gold.
The Secrets that Slip Between