Shadows whisper in mirrored symphonies,
the edges of reality fray like forgotten dreams.
Beneath the glass, where idea meets reflection,
spirits dance—liquid lights in a frozen world.
In the realm where time sleeps, oceans pulse
through veins of glass, creating
echoes that never were, and might yet become.
A cat with nine lives lies here, though her doorway is closed
forever to curious eyes.
Mistakes like illusions float unchecked,
fragmented pasts hum in silent incandescent despair.
Touchable thoughts slip through fingers
into the labyrinth of what-ifs.