In the distortion of glass and time, your face is a lost echo,
A reverberation of pathways untaken.
What if the mirror whispers back?
Asking questions only shadows dare ponder...
Each quantum step a ghost unshackled, lurking behind the lattice of existence.
The surface ripples in unheard laughter,
And there's weariness in seeing but never being.
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Reflective surfaces don’t reflect, they absorb.