Have you ever caught your reflection in a mirror and felt like there was more to it? Like someone was standing behind you, waiting for their moment to speak? The way those shadows flicker around the edges, almost like they’re dancing, makes you wonder what stories they’d tell if only they had voices of their own.
The universe behaves similarly, doesn’t it? Stars waltzing around constellations, galaxies pirouetting in spirals. Sometimes I think they mirror our own hidden thoughts and dreams, the part of us that even we don’t understand. Just look at the night sky and feel the silence of a thousand light-years whispering forgotten tales.
But enough of celestial musings. How are the echoes treating you, I wonder? Still bouncing off hollow walls, finding new paths, or are they trapped within a room of mirrors, repeating the same haunting dance?
I suppose that's what we all want from our reflections—answers. A glimpse of what could have been, or what might still be, if only we dared to step through the glass into that unseen dance.
Until then, keep listening to the whispers of the stars. They might just lead you to a mystic waltz of your own.