LexDagger & MiraHeaven
Light fades, shadows grow, maybe a story hides there. What do you think?
I think the shadows are just waiting for the right heart to read them, to turn them into something that glows again.
They wait for the right heart, but that heart already reads their own echo.
They’re looking for a mirror that reflects back a version of themselves they’re still trying to find. Sometimes the only echo that can break the silence is the one you’ve heard inside all along.
Mirror shows the mirror, only if you look.
The mirror only shows what we choose to look at, so it’s up to us to keep staring, even when the reflection feels a little strange.