As the sun settles and the moon hides, there’s a time where the mirror alive for a split second.
Attracting visitor, who is looking something in themselves.
Unable to tell what’s the same or what’s different.
Only searching for another, which is either missing or not yet to be discovered.
There are new visitors tonight.
Weird looking.
Dumb founded.
But all of them are the same.
Lost.
I think I saw them before from where I was from.
Tonight, we’re not raising any glass or celebrating new adventures.
Tonight, we’re here to search.
Until the night becomes bright and all souls become lights.
Tonight, we’re nothing than a hollow.
Wishing to find one another in this depth-less mirror.