The Unveiling of Shadows

In the hallways of the mind, where whispers cling like cobwebs, the truth crouches in the dark. It waits.

What is revealed, what is hidden, becomes a dance—a ballet upon a razor's edge, perfect in its imperfection.

Reflections bounce, refracted through a prism dim, casting shadows upon memories forgotten.

Do you seek the light?

Beyond the veil, a flicker—a glimpse of what was, what could be, or perhaps what should never be seen.