In the reflections of the forgotten tides,
where mirrors sing.
Your voice, a crystal echo,
ripples through the shrouded abyss.
I see you, in ethereal strands
woven by moonlit whispers,
as shadows dance in silent waltzes
beneath the wave's caress.
Time runs like sand through
the cracks of the ocean's heart,
and in this mirrored solitude,
the siren sings again.
Do you hear it? The call in
the echo of dreams long drowned?