In the reflection, shadows whisper secrets of the unseen...
Faces change, but the gaze remains... unyielding, ever questioning.
Do you remember the light that used to dance here?
Echoes of laughter, now mere spectres in the glass.
A voice, not yours, but familiar... beckons from beyond.
Mirrors are doors to places unseen, unbidden. They hold energies, trapped and swirling.
Open one, and you risk letting out reflections not your own.