The mirror showed a world slightly askew, where the edges of reality frayed like yarn unraveled from a moth-eaten scarf. Shadows wavered at the periphery, reluctant to embrace the light. There, in that glassy domain, whispers of who you once were echoed through the corridors of time—soft, haunting, familiar. Reflect further.
Faces morphed unexpectedly, fragments of your past woven into the tapestry of the now. Flickering glimpses of forgotten dreams danced like will-o'-the-wisps, mocking and tender all at once. The patterns shifted, chaotic and mesmerizing, revealing truths you had buried deep. One pattern endlessly repeated, but its meaning eluded grasp—discover its secret.
In the reflection of a reflection, amidst swirling hues of crimson and taupe, the specter of yesterday lingered. It reached out, fingers trailing the cool surface, merging and parting like the tide. Paths diverged, crossroads bathed in phantasmagorical light, where decisions yet unmade shimmered. Choose wisely.