Under the cobbled expanses of muted memory,
where shadows whisper once-forgotten songs,
the horizon hums an ethereal tune.
"In dreams, are we more alive?" she mused,
tracing melodies upon the spectrum of the sky's retreat. Whispers of another dimension linger...
There, the reeds bowed low,
in homage to the Spirit weaving tales of past futures.
An ocean of glass splintered into prisms,
casting shadows that danced with unheard intentions. Paths that weren't taken, yet somehow beckoned.
Flickers caught the edges of thoughts refracted,
each a fragment of the self left behind.
"Do you remember?" she asked the mirror,
which smiled back with a face unseen before.
The answer lay hidden within the center of a void.