Glass seperating the future and the present. A thin border as division.
A glimpse, a sight.
Searching, echoes from the past ahead. Information we want to cling to.
Needing confirmation, needing the validation.
Seeing the assurance trough nothing more than crystal. Not saying much, maybe.
A different time. A different place.
We want to reach trough, ripple the surface. Jump in, find, our future.