In the depths of the silent abyss, where echoes dare not tread, lies the water unspoken, waiting in caverns of the mind. Such stories swell in the dark, unseen by the whispering stars.
How the mirrors stretch, bend, and twist, casting reflections of a world half-forgotten, half-imagined—each ripple a secret, each wave a pulse of the cosmic heart.
Hover the mirror to reveal shadows...
Dance with the fragments of light,
let them weave through your hands and slip away,
like sand through the hourglass of time.
Seek the oasis beyond the mirage...
Beneath the mirrored surface, in the folds of the azure void, lies the reservoir of forgotten dreams, where the future leaks into the past and whispers, "I have always been."