In the mirror's embrace, their eyes don't quite mirror the future, instead, they whisper secrets from times unchained by leash or collar.
"What do you see, little sage?" she asked, brushing the fur from her brow.
The glass, a thin barrier, held back a world untamed.
The philosophers bark,
their ideas trailing like autumn leaves scattered by crisp winds.
Amidst the libraries of bones, where the spines of ancient texts lay intertwined with the marrow of forgotten truths, the echoes persist.
Shadows shift under the gaze of a thousand canine souls, searching for the one who can decode their riddle of flesh and shadow. Discover the paws that walked before.