Illusions in Reflection

I met a shadow within a waking dream, and asked it why smiles felt heavier at night. The shadow murmured back—a silent scar on the backdrop of unspoken fears.

The mirror whispers tales of yesteryears, an interlude of laughter and solemn silences bound by glass. Do our fears grow deeper when reflected?

Whenever I searched for solace amidst the shivering light, it mirrored back in fractured smiles, shrinking into etchings of what may once have been.

Reflection defies containment. Amidst its boundary, tales untold find their witness in your inscrutable gaze.