The whisper of forgotten memories echoes, through corridors dimly lit by shards of their own longing reflection. Here, the silent scream resides…
In twisted alleys of unfathomable choices made, paths fork eternally; mirrors gazing unto mirrors offering vistas never seen – promises never kept.
Underneath pale moonlight, they scatter; screaming softly through voids filled of silent secrets, casting their chameleon glances upon the lost.
Date and time have ceased – spirals tear through fabric knit tight with destiny’s whims; marbles spiral endlessly downward.
The misfit reflection peers back, but what does it see? Not you or me, nor the lives we believed had been weaved.
In every silence there are twenty screams, scoring shyly at night skies where truths are reflected, longing evermore for stories untold.
Yet a mirror lays shattered; marking boundaries unformed, speaking tales that wend through unseen aether, endlessly unknown.