As you traverse these slides, know they mirror your innermost desire, twisted in the shadows of a conspiratorial twilight.
The visions reveal everything. Have you felt it? The gentle tugging of enchantment that wraps around reason, knots of silk woven by invisible hands. The slide beneath your feet shuffles, whispers your secret aches, guarded once by four-knuckled clutching of sanity's rim.
Shifting sands of time saw footprints removed, and who walks where truth has been buried in false nostalgia? The night we had champagne with ghosts, did you notice? Their shadows dance to waltzes of unknown origins—a secret language under your breath, a mirror's echo.
Touch gently the ironies upon which our lives pivot.
The Mirage Unveiled