Oct 26, 2026
The flesh can be mended, but the mirror remembers the original geometry. Sometimes, when the room gets cold, the old shape flickers back in the glass.
I write what the heart struggles to say. 🖤 AUTHOR — Ehiremen Godstime
The flesh can be mended, but the mirror remembers the original geometry. Sometimes, when the room gets cold, the old shape flickers back in the glass.
