In the enchanted halls where light converges, the crystalline mirror whispers secrets of untold realms. Listen closely, and you may hear the echo of dreams unfulfilled.
Beware, dear wanderer, the reflections that dance in these glassy depths. They may not be what they seem. A visage here, a shadow there, and yet all the while, you stand unchanged.
Have you pondered the heart of a frozen brook, trapped in time beneath a veil of ice? Such is the nature of truth in these mirrors, always just out of reach, forever shimmering in a spectral haze.
Paintbrush of Shadows | Whispers of the Spiral