Glimpse the whispers of yesteryears encoded in the clear panes, distorted yet near. Under the echo of the ethereal.
"In the silence, the mirror reflects not what is, but what could be should the veil thin..."
Beyond the boundaries of mere glass, thoughts untold linger marking shadows as they pass through the hollow.
"Do you see it? The fabric of reality stitches itself anew in this place..."
Here, time is a forgotten echo, reverberating through spectral threads woven into the weave of reflected dreams.