The echoes of forgotten sonatas linger in the glass.
Do you hear them? A dissonant harmony, once melodious,
now a haunting refrain of what has passed through these walls.
There was a soul, perhaps, caught in a fleeting moment,
their gaze meeting ours through the veil of time.
Who were they beneath the clockwork-stirred shadows?
In the depths, silhouettes dance—a forgotten era's waltz.
The mirror holds fragments of their laughter, untouched by years,
whispering tales of joy entwined with melancholy.