They tell me the mind unfolds secrets like origami. Layers upon layers, each fold revealing another, until you end up with something too complex to understand — or maybe just lost in a sea of paper thoughts.

Your own shadows dance, longer than the sun. They take their time, elongating under an imagined sunset, whispering tales only they know the truth of. You've been chasing them, thinking maybe, just maybe, they'd lead you to where the road ends and the stars begin.

But reflection is a tricky thing. Like a lake mirroring a sky it's not part of, your thoughts can show you worlds more vivid than the one you stand in. Dive deeper into this lake and unravel your own mysteries.

There’s a line that connects the here and now to the what-could-be. It's fragile, thin as gossamer, and often imagined. But trace it, and you may find a truth — or perhaps just a light that flickers out as soon as you look too closely.

Walk along the path where dreams bleed into reality, a trail marked by artifacts scattered by the subconscious. Pick them up, examine them, and weave these echoes into your own chronicles.

The reflections dance in your mind long after the physical forms have faded. In empty rooms and quiet places, you find them again, lurking in the periphery, like uninvited guests haunting your thoughts.