I, the ivy-laced echo, descend into you — only to surface in your absence.
Rippling reflections of forgotten dreams whisper back from the tarnished glass.
In the hollows of fading twilight, the mirror begs whispers for forgotten songs. A melody untold, aiming to surface through ripples of reality:
- The moon’s faint giggle upon the crest of a cerulean wave.
- Shadows capering in twilight, fragmented and whole in their wonder.
- Doors locked behind doors; corridors breathing in and out.
- A raven's song melds with the rustle of echoing thoughts.
Yet, amid this serenade, you find a place — woven through silence and departing echoes, surfacing anew through mirrored play.
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