2025.10.14
Jane, known as the Dream Mirror keeper, lives in the middle of the reflection. Every night, she passes through the doorstep of the mirror, attracted to the delicate threads of dreams that humans are left behind-they are half-memorable pieces, sounds and places that are erased by the light of the morning. Its role is not to protect it but to balance – make sure that a dream is too heavy to tolerate the waking mind.
Its world is made of sparkling lights and glowing glasses. Sometimes, she listens to the echoes of laughter that are trapped inside the Parbasi panel, or tears are shining in the silver lining on the edge of the mirror. The gene listens, touches the surface, and slowly breathes, turns the pain into a dim. The mirror responds, breathing unconscious of the color that rotates like a water -color emotion.
It has no reflection of its own. The mirror refused to return her image, because she was from her internal architecture. Nevertheless, she remembers her human years through the dreams of others. The more she gives herself to the mirror, the less she is in a solid form.
By the morning, Jane withdraws the deep glass chamber, where all dreams turn into a single luminous pulse. There, he is grateful for the delicate beauty of instability, knowing that even dreams, when forgetting, surpasses the traces of tranquility.