In the mirror's depths, a voice subdued,
Mirrors bend truth beneath the waves.
They whisper forgotten myths, haunting tunes,
Seablown secrets lost in time's embrace.
Do you hear the echoes calling,
From shadows that were once light?
We gaze upon reflections, never ours yet always seen. The stories cling like sea salt to the memory's edge, longing, reaching—only to be grasped when we stand upon the shore.
Passing ships, fleeting whispers, and tangled dreams weave a myth of might-have-been.