"She asked the mirror why it never told her the truth," began the unspoken promise. The mirror's silence echoed through the labyrinthine halls of forgotten whispers.
"Do we befriend the shadows we cast, or do we fear their reach?" whispered the candle, flickering not in fear, but in curious harmony.
Each question burned with an intensity that warmed more than it tormented. The flames of inquiry danced upon the tongue of destiny, artfully composed in hues of existential burdens.