In the reflection, an echo of what could have been whispers only silence. The realms of untold stories weave between your fingers like strands of a web spun in moonlight.
Did you see the shadow dance across the surface? A figure draped in the fabric of time, neither past nor present, only the haunting glow of decisions unwritten.
Open the door to a future yet to unfold. Seek the lost echoes of the choices that were never yours.