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
Echoes Unheard
Dreams of Gleam