In the half-light of the mirror's kiss, there is a lesson in silence. One must learn to see the self as a stranger sees another—interested, curious, slightly disappointed.
Listen to the whispered echoes that fade just beyond reach. They warn of shadows that dance when no one else is around, urging movements in counter to the stillness of the observer.
“The past you acknowledges the present you, but cares little for the future you.”
Embrace the fading light, for tomorrow it returns like an unwanted friend.
Peripheries blur as moments cycle, each an echo stretching into eternity. The mirror, ever present, reveals less and less until it is nothing but darkness yawning wide.
To step closer is to become engulfed. And for the fortunate, that ruins their footing just long enough for pause and hesitation.
Pathway to Reflections