Reflections at the Edge

Ever gazed into a mirror when the clock strikes a different hour? I remember the time I encountered my other self just beyond that silver tilt. She wore a shade of consternation I hadn’t expected. How’s the view on your end? Whispers

Corners have corners of their own, you know. And at those unnoticed intersections, I found a door. Not just any door, but a tiny one that hummed with the music of unspoken realities. A portal perhaps? Did I tell you about the time I peeked through? Peek

Reflection in mirrors is sometimes real, sometimes a trick. Have you met a trickster in your dimension? They say corners hold secrets that mirrors can’t capture. I’m trying to unravel them, one conversation at a time. Secrets