In reverberations between worlds—echoes linger,

The mirror whispers a name, soft yet electrifying,

Layered beneath fragments of sorrow-laced silence,

Kissed by twilight, where shadows caress the flicker of a candle at its dance.

Each whispered word becomes a phantom sigh,

A message trapped adrift between pages, both damp and yearning,

Midnight confessions through faded glass reflect the heart's trembling ambitions,

Where the crystalline tears of

Longing intrude with hypnotic grace upon the cold embrace of infinity.

Touch the seams where our souls converge, an aqueous tapestry of a shared dream,

And witness the deceptive allure of ephemeral joy cradled in the curves of destiny.