(Emma’s psychological unraveling) [Verse 1] Inside the Pavilion, lights aglow, At the Creativity show. In a quiet corner, dark and still, Among the wires, by the flickering screen. I found a mirror, cracked and worn, No one knew how it got there, or what it had seen. I reached my hand, just to touch its face, A strange pull held me in that space. [Pre-Chorus] And then the glass began to change, Showing something truly strange. [Chorus 1] It wasn't me looking back, no, A thousand faces started to glow. Then just my daughter, reaching out her hand, As her quiet humming filled the land. And my mind cried out, a whispered plea: "Tell me, who is dreaming who?" [Verse 2] The mirror trembled, then it cracked once more, Like ancient stories it couldn't store. I tried to turn, to walk away, But my reflection just chose to stay. And from the glass, my own voice sighed, A younger echo, it replied: "If you leave now, you will forget, Every memory, every regret." [Pre-Chorus 2] My heart was pounding, lost in fright, As fading images filled the light. [Chorus 2] It wasn't me looking back, no, A thousand faces started to glow. Then just my daughter, reaching out her hand, As her quiet humming filled the land. And my mind cried out, a whispered plea: "Tell me, who is dreaming who?" [Bridge] Someone called my name, a voice I knew, Was it David? Was it true? The lights all flickered, the spell broke fast, A moment frozen, made to last. [Outro] The mirror darkened, went black and deep. Just Geneviève's reflection, soft in sleep. Still humming. Oh, still humming... The echo... The echo...