She blinked behind the glass.
Is this real? Or am I
(Fragments) lost in the fog,
echoes bouncing off
the glimmering surface.
"It's like walking on air,"
whispered the shadow,
definition undefined.
Step forward to
the dreams.
Sequence lost
Blink, rewind, repeat.
The tape hisses,
sounds morphing into
silent symphonies.
Truth dances
between glitches.
Reflected thoughts
becoming something
else entirely.
The future is
a shadow
of
inexistent paths.