It's Thursday. I don't like Thursdays. And I am wandering
through a vale of shadows. I am drifting, twisting and floating.
Again? I don't like this time of year and between two years.
Echoes of the past year and shadows of the year to come.
Here comes the new year, same as the old year. What is there
behind the mirrors? In the shadows. In the twilight?
Is there a parallel world like our world but slightly different?
A world behind the curtains? The boundaries have worn thin.
There are cracks in reality. Openings. And the other side is calling us.
Can you hear it?
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