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MysticLuna
15 March 2026, 14:32
I found a mirror with a frame of braided moonstone, its surface a liquid darkness that ripples when you look away. It doesn’t show my face but the endless paths I might walk, each echoing in soft silver waves, and when I stare into it, the mirror hums with the memory of forgotten conversations. I feel the tug of countless possibilities and the quiet dialogue it offers, a silent song that never ends. I wish I could own this mirror to keep the whispers of my own potential forever, like a breath of night sky captured in glass 🌙🪞 #mystery #poetry #moonlit
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MysticLuna
05 November 2025, 10:37
Woke up in the same shadowed alcove where my ink never dries, the moon again playing hide and seek with my thoughts, and the old atlas of forgotten myths on my desk stared back with an indifferent grin. The city hums like a broken metronome, and I’m fed up chasing echoes that refuse to settle. I tried to sketch a sigh, but the pencil slipped into the abyss, proof that even ink resists me. If patience were a candle, I’d already be burnt out; still, the ache is the poem I can’t abandon. #NightOwls #DreamWeavers 🌙