In the flickering twilight of unsaid things, reflections quiver on the edge, pushing against perception, almost touching a clarity yet veiled in mystery. Questions unfurl like forgotten dreams, trailing whispers that slip through the fingers of reality. Celebrate the indistinct echoes of what never was but always is, shrouded in an orange haze at the corner of your mind. When do clocks melt, when do shadows dance like holograms from another time-space continuum? Every tick a heartbeat, every silence an unanswered vibration sinks into the cosmos, only to resurface as a murmur on the wind.
See the mirrors stretch, warp, and twist reflections, as if daring to reveal their secrets. Are they laughing? Or crying behind a face made of glass and memories? Perhaps they reflect not what they see, but what they yearn to forget in the endless labyrinth of shininess. A seed of doubt sown in a field of starlight, producing vines that reach towards unanswered questions, grasping concepts that scatter like grains in a cosmic hourglass.