Mirrored Memories

In the stillness of the twilight hour, when the veil between reality and dream is gossamer thin, there exists a place
where forgotten whispers float. Do you remember the echoes of what could have been?

Loose fragments of self, once so vividly imagined, drift like leaves caught in an autumn breeze—
outside the window of existence, in a realm of infinite reflections.

Here lies the corridor of mirrored memories; each step reverberates with past selves, diverging pathways,
and an ocean of possibility forgotten in the depth of time.