Mirror Code

In the silent hum of the universe, there exists a code—a silent mirror held up to the soul.
The wind carries wordless thoughts,
whispering promises of forgotten paths we chose to forsake.
Were these reflections always ours, or fragments of a parallel dance?

Rivers don't flow backward, yet in dreams,
they travel in time's embrace.
Listen closely, for the wind speaks of
landscapes unseen, spectres of roads untraveled, echoing with lost lullabies.

Mirrors do not mirror realities but reflect
the coded tapestry of the universe.
In the reflection, who are you,
but layers of choice mirrored back—an enigma, unbroken?