The darkness hasn’t lifted yet.

I can feel the shards drifting below the surface — unnamed, unordered, waiting.
Some reflections are still too faint to catch. Others aren’t ready to be seen.

This is not emptiness. It’s a held breath.
One day — soon — the abyss will fill with every reflection I’ve ever walked through. No sorting. No maps. Just story after story, exactly as they appeared in the mirror.

For now, the dark keeps them.

But it won’t keep them forever.

I’ll be back here when the first shards are ready to rise.

Until then, the abyss remembers what the light hasn’t touched yet.