Do the mirrors speak when all is silent, reflecting not what is seen but what is unseen? A shadow, a figure--or perhaps there's no one there after all?
Continue the journey...
Listen for whispers caught between realities, between the now and what interferes in shimmering veils. The echo doesn't die; it just... waits.
Catch a glimpse of forgotten figures...
Embrace the absence, let it fill the silhouette left behind, tracing your steps on paths once known but now obscured.
Reflect under these pools...