XXV - Distorted Light

I love when during a certain time, the light reflects all over the rooms.

A mirror captured a ray, crystallised the reality, and all of the sudden faded away.

Dreams are crashing down in million pieces where a distorted light seems to appear.

Colours are crumbling windows are trembling, the chamber is disappearing, all it takes is a touch to stop the time, it won't need much.

The million fragments float in the air, make a circle, gather again in moments.