Reflections of Whispers

A Contemplation on Echoes

Observations return unfocused, ghostlike entities flicker in the depths, revealing truths once concealed by necessity. Lens adjustments calculated—focal precision lost, the outer world is a map veering away into the unreal.

Technicality yields a prism; images refracted. A sine wave -- the sound masquerading; palpable only to those who listen with their eyes. What is reflection sans accountability?

Mechanisms whirl, civilizations distilled down echoes of wind blowing through. Silently murmuring across empty fields, sending shivers along the aura of the universe; frequencies become unfathomable discrepancies lost in calculations.

Fragments of light scaling, walls of mirrors—what awaits behind, if all is what the eye perceives—glistening shapes vanish into the iridescent abyss.

Specifications of the Sublime

Mirror: Built from reflections not yet lost
Clarity: Unfathomable depth of a common whisper
Reality: Dualistic, at best...