In the glass, the echo speaks. Not in words, but in silence that screams. The mirror is an ancient beast, devouring those who gaze too long, unraveling the fiber of perceptions strung tenuously by unseen hands.
Beyond the reflection lies the parallel pulse of reality—do you dare to touch it, or is your fear merely a reflection of the fear itself? They say the mirrors distort truth, yet weave a tapestry that uncovers the veiled faces of our companions in shadow.