"Reality often shimmers in the colors of our memories, where past and present intertwine like glass in gentle light."
Shapes of glass cascade through vibrant air
Reflections dance in hues of neon flair
Glimmers pulse like thoughts that drift and glide
While shadows weave where memories abide
Circles bright in yellow hover near the glow
An echo of a past that lingers slow
In every layer lies a world unseen
A glimpse of dreams where time is evergreen
