Fractured Wholeness

In the dim light, the mirror quivers, revealing not just my face, but the shadow of what might have been. It shows me a world where even whispers linger in the air like specters, haunting the corridors of time.

My reflection smiles with lips that do not match mine, a stranger's smile trapped in a glass cage, knowing secrets of a life untold.

Ripples of time fracture across the pane, each shard telling a story of hope and despair, woven together like a tapestry of glass and forgotten dreams.

I reach out, fingers brushing against the surface, and the mirror weeps, revealing a place where realities collide: the edges of what is, and what could be.

The reflection dances, mismatched and ethereal, a ballet of memories lost and found within the confines of this glassy portal. Where did it lead?