In the morning the sun rises, and the moon sets.
Or perhaps its the other way around. Simple actions are such if viewed through a mirror.
Mirrors. Shining glass as they are, only show the truth, lest they are shattered by the hand of a tired mind.
And what is the mind, but the methodical ticking in all of us? Do we know the true power of our own conscious, and our own dreams? And what are dreams but a reflection of thoughts...