In the flicker of static, the voices intertwine, weaving through wisps of forgotten dreams. "Did you hear it again?" murmurs a shadow not quite there.
Reflections of time not taken, spiraling, exhale a silence woven from the fabric of night's electric sigh.
Dreams unsettle and whispers unravel in the hum. The mirror holds nothing but questions: Where lies the echo?
Sounds of yesterday’s dreams, resonating in the corridors of now, echo through the neon-lit void. Silence speaks in frequencies lost to the waking world.