Gaze into the reflecting pool, where echoes of an untold story murmur through the veils of time.
The mirror remembered my name before I had spoken it, tracing the outline of a face that was both mine and not mine.
"Do you hear the symphony within the silence?" it asked, the voice reverberating like a forgotten hymn.
I leaned closer, searching for the source, but all I found was the depth of my own eyes, pulling me into their abyss.