Whispers in the Glass

In the chamber of the mind where echoes dwell, a silent symphony unfolds. Each note, a wisp of moonlight, dances in the still air, invisible yet profound. Compositions of dreams, untainted by reality’s touch, linger in the mirror’s depth.

Here, the fog swathes the edges of consciousness, muffling the world's din. In this place, the heart becomes a conductor, orchestrating the unplayed melodies.

The mirror speaks not in words, but in the half-formed symphonies that play in the silence. Do you hear the echo, or do you only see?