In a quiet corner of a forgotten manor stood an ancient mirror, its surface marred with time, yet captivating in its depth. For years, it had remained silent, a keeper of stories and whispers, until the cosmic alignments of Auriga's Ascendant ignited its power once more.
The mirror spoke first in a voice like rippling glass, "I've seen the flickering lives of humans, their secrets as tumultuous as the stars above. Do you wish to hear what I carry within my depths?"
From the opposite wall came a porcelain statue, its expression eternally serene. It whispered, "My truth lies not within sight but in the touch of longing fingers that clean my surface. Only they know how I see their hidden dreams unravel, like smoke through time."
The mirror sighed, "You are all mirrors of a kind; you reflect, you see, yet you do not tell until summoned. What secrets do you hide, ancient object?"
"Behind every echo, there lives a story," the mirror continued, "and behind my eternal gaze, the cosmic whispers tell of the girl who only wished to see herself, yet she was never alone in her reflections."
"One day, a maid, little more than a speck of dust in this mansion's memory, was caught unawares by my reflections. She glimpsed a world not of this earth..."
"Now I speak of these secrets, spoken into stars and swallowed by time. A girl, a mirror, an eternal whisper, all devoured by cosmos beyond knowing."