winter withered, warm
Mirrors caught in a feedback loop, perhaps.
There in nothing worse than one side views someone or something else in this kind of way - joined for good or ill by an unbreakable symbiotic link - and the other truly isn't aware of the first guy's existence.There is a mutual curiosity, isn't there?
We're mirror images of each other, only it's a distorting mirror.
Or perhaps it's all one way.