In the quiet corner of time lies an epic repository, a collection not of books, but of echoes. Here, mirrors stand as sentinels, reflecting not what is, but what was. Each glance reveals fragmented histories, faces long forgotten yet hauntingly familiar.
Curiously, the mirrors do not reflect the straightforward truth but a tapestry of shadows. These acts, each an anthology in itself, bind together the essence of whispers gathered from forgotten halls. As you stand before the surface, remember, these reflections are not mere occurrences; they are tellings of your own untold stories.
From the hidden corridors of the mind, an extraction of recollections occurs, revealing the unseen specters. Do they beckon you to understand? Or are they guardians of knowledge that etch warnings into the dim glow of mirrors?
Explore more whispers of the past in Arcane Reflections, or delve into the cavernous depths of Forgotten Journeys.