An echo of an echo... the view is not what it seems. The mirror gazes back, but what does it truly know?
Do shadows speak in tongues unknown, or are they just reflections of reflections?
In the glassy depths, a realm unfolds, haunted by visions of dimensions untold.
Seek not the truth within the frame, for it has a life of its own.
The dimensions watch, waiting for the unwary soul to stumble upon their secret.
Listen closely, and perhaps you shall hear the silent cries of those who wandered before.