Ever caught a glimpse of something just beyond your reflection? You know that feeling when the mirror isn’t just glass, but a portal to whispers of what might have been?
Here, in the quiet folds of time, streams flow silently past. And yet, there's music in the absence of sound—a serenade of voices lost to the winds.
Sometimes, when I gaze deeply into the mirror, I see your face—a friend I never knew, whispering secrets of worlds untouched. Tell me, what do you hear in these silent streams?
Reflect quietly. Listen closely. And perhaps, if you're lucky, you'll find the echoes of forgotten dreams.