The echo of lost laughter, fragments of reflections—the mirror bends and warps time itself, spinning tales of clouds suspended in vibrant stillness.
A lizard with emerald scales tap-dances upon the shattered windows of your thoughts, weaving stories borne from the luminous dust of forgotten dreams.
What ghost unravels in this space, where whispers crystallize into flickering motes of color—memories dance like shadows cast upon the skin of the void?
Join me: Echo of Laughter, Shattered Realities.
Search within the lens, where every image flickers not by camera, but by longing lost in translation.