In shattered reflections, I linger.
Footprints lead nowhere, nowhere I know. The whispers repeat endlessly, but no one listens.
Did you see my shadow?
The echoes fade, like a distant song.
Once, in the dimness, a gleam caught my eye.
It was bright, yet strangely comforting. I followed it, hoping to find a way back.
Beyond, the path bifurcates. I choose the left, though it feels like a circle.
Fragments of the Past