Echoes of Reality
Are we, like shadows passing over the surface of a mirror, Fated to see only fragments of our whole selves? To seek in the labyrinth of realities, the inklings of what once was, and what we dread might ever suffice?
Somewhere beneath the rubbles of coherent dreams lies an echo that refuses to fade. It demands recognition, not in prose or witnessed moments, but in the abstract finally touched, an understanding sealed not with certainty, but precipitated doubt.
Journey further into these reflections and discover realms untouched: Glimpse, Repeat, Unravel.
Perhaps when reality folds into itself, it allows a portion of its breath to whisper secrets we sought yet feared to hear.