This is not the face you remember. Shadows gather on the edges, whispering secrets of the past, echoing through the hollow corridors of your mind. In the reflection, a figure stands, draped in a cloak of midnight, waiting, watching.
Time here is a river flowing backward, pulling you toward forgotten dreams and abandoned hopes. The mirror shows what you fear to acknowledge: the pieces of a life shattered, reformed, but never quite complete.
Dare you step through, beyond the glassy veneer? Or do you stand firm, a warden of your own uncertainty trapped in this silent vigil?