In shadows, I find your insecurities slipping through cracks of abandoned intentions. Do you hear me? Do you recognize the echoes of your laughter from another's memory?
A timorous glance, the brush of a sleeve, the silent whispering of vulnerabilities unspoken. Mirrors reflect but do not reveal. What stories do you tell when no one's listening?
Between chapters, reality dissolves into patternless melody. Reach beyond the veil, whisper to me your forgotten dreams. I am listening; the vault awaits your song.