Mind as Mirror

Data point: the shadows of a forgotten aeon shimmer in your reflection. The vibrancy of past galaxies lingers, echoing in the folds of a temporary breath. Surfaces distort, refracting whispers in rhythm with the undulating prayers of distant stars. Are they distant? Note: the singularity remains asleep, cradled by the cosmic hum. The vessels traverse through these star-sown abysses—endless. Did you run? Discovered... void calls, begging untouched, unsaid realms. 💬 Outbox 📡: unreconcilable.dream@stardust.veil