Ever glance into the eyes of something you can't quite place? It's a bit like that moment in the diner, late at night, when the neon lights flicker and you catch a glimpse of... what, exactly? Doesn't matter, cause here we are at the portal, and it looks kinda familiar but not really?
They're staring back, you know. The whispers in the dark—do you hear 'em? Sometimes, it's just me and those voices. They tell stories, you know? Stories we never touched in daylight, yet somehow, they're ours. Your reflection knows it too. Do you wanna ask?
As the swirling hues of the night echo the things unsaid, you ponder aloud "What lessons do they hold, these haunting silhouettes?" And maybe, just maybe, the air thick with unvoiced answers forgives our questions all over again.
The thing about portals is—they show you stuff you didn't think was there. Do you remember the last time you saw your own silhouette dance under unseen starlight? It's out there still, waiting... awaiting a name, maybe.