Mirrors of Eternity

In the realm of silent whispers, where shadows embrace the light, we find the paradox of existence.

Reflections

The glass speaks not, yet its voice is louder than thunder, echoing the truths that are never spoken.

Echoes

In solitude, the echoes laugh — a symphony of silence, a cacophony of solitude.

We are mirrors, bound in our reflections, free in our echoes.