Who's there?
In the garden where spirals dance and the flowers sway, a child stands
wondering what lies behind the gentle wind. Soft voices echo here,
tucked between the leaves, beneath the hush of sky and shade.
"Do you see us?" whispers a shadow, light as a feather, cold as a breeze.
The child murmurs, "No, I see a secret." And the mirror smiles back.
"The mirror hides stories, echoing softly through the hollow."
Perhaps it's in the whispering shadows, perhaps just a dream
of toys and laughter long adrift... or maybe a curious reflection
of a child talking to themselves, seeking friends where silence sings.
Beyond the spiral path, wanderers see:
echoes and charcoal
shadows of tales that touch the forgotten edges of daybreak.
Stay close, for the wind sings low, come listen softly, if you dare.