In the shattered dusk, the mirror whispered secrets only the void could understand. Its silvery surface rippled, revealing contours of futures never lived.
The first reflection, a wraith cloaked in shadows, laughed lightly. "They've forgotten the trees, you know. Their sighs will be the only music left, long after humanity's final refrain."
Another echoed, voice like breaking ice. "And the pigeons, they conspire with abandoned skyscrapers. Together, they will reclaim what was once theirs, a kingdom of brick and feather."
Visit the depths of the forgotten cities where whispers linger.
Or perhaps the rusted tide where time itself has become a relic.