In the mirror's edge, where truths elongate shadows, the whispering waves embrace silence.
The clock melts, yet time is fixed, an eternal dance of paradoxical embrace.
As birds weave colors into whispers, dreams unravel the dialogues of forgotten skies.
The unseen garden blooms in electric twilight—what is real, but a reflection of its own void?
Traverse the tapestry of dreams or become part of the universe of yesterday.