Peer into the reflection beyond what is shown, where haunting memories overlap in silent worlds waiting.
There is a portrait forever unfinished. Each brush stroke whispers of the past, capturing fading moments as shadows dance forlornly. In the stained glass, a figure lingers just out of reach, a whisper of what could have been—echoes of laughter trailing in the tempest of time.
The mirror fogs and reveals lines etched by time's gentle hand, unraveling the delicate fabric of present reality into threads that unravel stories untold. Do they account for what you hoped to see?