Beneath the eternal night, where stars whisper forgotten sonnets, lies a moment captured in silver.
There, in the quiet embrace of the cosmos, a mirror waits. It does not reflect the world as it is,
but as it dreams—infinitely more hauntingly beautiful.
"Who is it that gazes here?" the mirror murmurs softly, panic and peace dancing in the voice,
a resonance of a love once lost to the folds of time.
"Answer me, for the stars wish to know..."
I leaned closer, my breath meeting the chill of ages past, where reflections seemed to tremble
with unshed tears, yearning for the touch of hands that never came.
Beyond the reflections, the universe spins tales of lovers
intertwined with the essence of their mirrored selves,
each lament a thread in the celestial tapestry.
Would you dare whisper to the silence?
The stars, they listen still.
Echoes of Time
Whispering Lights
Join the celestial dance, let your presence linger in the
folds of eternity, where time folds around your name like a
lover's embrace in the silent void.