Waiting Ghosts

There was the memory, the reflection, and the absorption. All in one.
The rocks looked at me, and I saw my own breath feeding the life that lived in their small niches.

A disruption in time, a discrepancy between two worlds touching for an undefined period.

I thought I felt something moving.
Ghosts waiting for their mirror image to awaken.
Quiet now.
Wait.

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