As the sun dipped below the horizon, the world seemed to bend slightly, almost like an illusion. One could think it was magic of some kind, a trick of the mind, but then you remember physics, and everything falls back into place.

What do we see in the glassy surface of a pond, if not an echo of reality, distorted and beautiful? Thoughts drift like shadows over the water, ephemeral and fleeting, just like the ripples that vanish within seconds.

The sound of footsteps on a rainy street, is it real or merely a fragment of dreams? Like light through a prism, breaking into mundane colors, expanding its reach. Questions linger.

Have you ever wondered why reflections seem so distant, almost unreachable? Perhaps they know how to exist in twilight, loitering between the tangible and the whispers of what could be.

Take a moment to observe the refracted world around you. Or perhaps there's nothing to observe but the distraction of our own thoughts. Explore the impossible: