Ever stare into a mirror and wonder if that’s truly you gazing back? Or perhaps it’s someone else altogether? Somewhere in a universe not so far away? The reflections are echoes of moments long past, chilling whispers of connections made and unmade.
Imagine wandering through time, memories dancing like moths drawn to a flame. You remember that night in the café? Someone spoke your name — wait, was it your name? Or something like it, twisted by the very structure of reality?
Shadow Messages have been known to emerge from those dark corners where light fears to tread. It’s a psychedelic existence interwoven with unremarkable days.
“Last night, I dreamt; I woke and felt my breath against the cool glass—a reminder of being. Then—oh, what was that flicker? A figure passing by in the reflection?”
The walls here breathe. You hear that too, right? Fractured Cities are everywhere; we just don’t see them; they walk through our lives in the quietest of ways, brushing past like heavy thoughts on the edge of awareness.