Arcane Reflections in Nebulae Charts

I stood gaze-bound against glass, a quiet observatory on the wall before me. Reflections told tales; some whispered, others shouted, forming echoes in the quietude of existence. In that mirror, beyond flesh and spirit, was an apex of nebulous thoughts, charted instinctively.

Have I created what I fear? The visage speaking back was neither true nor false, just an assemblage of moments I had once thought ephemeral. Each reflection charted - a nebula in its own right, scattered like a forgotten star map.