In fractured glass, whispers converge, shaping shadows long forgotten.
Time, a silent witness, captures echoes in translucent webs,
weaving illusions of faces I no longer recognize
gazing back through the veils of don't forget me now.
Each piece, a forgotten story—woven, unwoven, refracted—reminds the observer
of Her, of Him, of the Us disassembled.
Can the reflection truly hold, or does it shatter the moment one dares touch its surface?
Murmurs in the mirror:
Songbird laughs beneath falling skies
Whale's echo resounds in the silence of stars
What once never was, but couldn't stop becoming
Explore further labyrinths of the self:
another pane
masked facades