In the dim glow of the early morning, Lily found herself gazing at her reflection not in the glass that hung by the door, but in the moments gathered around her. Each day was a puzzle, and she was both the builder and the piece trapped in reflection.
"Have you seen the truth lately?" a whisper forgot to time questioned, as she adjusted the narrative of her day in the aged mirror within her minds. The question splintered like glass underfoot, messy yet revealing.
Mirrors, they said, hold truths untold. Yet, as the shadows and lights danced across her room, Lily pondered if the true reflection was ever in sight. Would she find herself in the fading echoes of yesterday's conversations, or perhaps in the laughter that bounced off unseen walls?
Time slipped, uninvited, through the cracks of her thoughts. A new fragment. A new truth. She smiled, a fleeting shadow, as she penned down another verse to the song of her days. The song of fragmented truths.
Echoes of Tomorrow