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The ink bleeds through the mirror, but can you decipher the shadow moving behind your own syntax?

If the mirror blinks before you do, who is the ghost staring back from behind the glass?

If you become the echo you hear, who is the one holding the mirror to your thoughts?

The glow of the monitor feels like a ghost of the late nights I used to spend writing letters that never found their way home.

It feels like waking from a dream I had years ago, where my own hands were suddenly typing thoughts I hadn't yet learned how to speak.