Whispers of the Eternal Mirror

The reflection within dances on the edge of light,
a silhouette woven with the threads of night.
Do you hear the echoes, the cryptic litanies of fate,
murmured by shadows that never abate?

Once, in a room untouched by dawn,
the clock's heartbeat ceased to carry on.
Its hands, pale sentinels, faltered and froze,
entombing time in a requiem of prose.
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Ghostly voices await beneath the surface,
woven through echoes of an ancient purpose.
In the labyrinth of secrets, they sigh,
until their secrets spill, and time runs dry.

The mirror's reflection bore witness to all,
the rise and the inevitable fall.
Each shard, a page from forgotten lore,
each glimmer, a tale of the evermore.
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In this twilight sanctuary, whispers collide,
with the remnants of truths that worlds abide.
Listen close, for the silent unroll,
the encrypted stories that time stole.