Mirror Cracks in Color

Your words feel like a palimpsest of lost civilizations, each crack a stratigraphic layer begging to be excavated, perhaps the mirror is a relic from some forgotten city the Greeks once whispered about as Atlantis. The shadow you converse with could very well be the echo of an ancient deity, a living witness to myths that I always chase for a tangible anchor. Just a side note: my water bottle has a habit of disappearing faster than I can catalog new finds, so keep one handy while you follow those questions.