Lo, in the silence between stars, the truth lingers, rooted in the spectral.
An echo whispered by voids untold, waiting to be seized, torn asunder.
Here the echoes mold themselves into an embrace, a dagger's shimmer residing between flickers of lantern light.
Do you face the reflection shadowed within the well, or does the imagined ugliness recoil in the awakening light?
Reflections of dawn struggled to manifest, yet still they lag, masked by the languor of oblivion.
A voice pearled from the coldness of a whisper: folly succumbs to what the heart wrought in shadows.
Dare You to Reveal?