Escape, Rewritten by Shadows

Time is a mirror that hurts. It’s a bold moment, a spark, a fracture that flickers between becoming and undoing. Time never is, and always hunts — a silent predator wearing the face of memory. It lingers as a faded reflection on the distorted mirror of life, a trembling echo of what was, what wasn’t, and what refuses to be defined.

I slipped through its fingers once, escaped its orbit for a breath, yet it holds me still — imprisoned in a cage of passing seconds, in the weight of unspoken futures. Every glance at its surface cuts differently: sometimes tender, sometimes cruel, always honest in a way that terrifies.

Here, inside this fractured chronology, I learn to walk on the shards and let them glitter like small rebellions.

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Photograph edited manually with various apps

Minted for #psychobabble event by @Revolutzi

©Christina Savvatianou aka Plektani Art