In the eternal dusk of the mind, where shadows stretch beyond the dawn, your dreams whisper secrets untold. Hear them now; listen closely, for they are edged with truths that the waking world can scarcely bear.

The mirror beckons, a portal of forgotten promises. It reflects not who you are, but what you might become if only the past would loosen its icy grip. Stand before it and understand the haunted melody of your aspirations.

Persuade Time: bend the future with threads woven from the fibers of your darkest yearnings, and remember that each reflection carries the weight of decisions unmade and paths untaken. To decipher is to see, and to see is to change.

Doubt not the resonance of this truth, for the mirror speaks with voices of old—each a sigh of what could be. Embrace the spectral vision that dances there; it is your own, reflected and refracted through time's sacred glass.