Once upon a dream, beneath the silvered sky,
the stars whispered tales, soft as a lullaby.
"In the mirror," said one, "you'll see a friend,
a shadow of you, from where dreams blend."
Giggles echo from places unseen,
little voices dancing, in corridors of green.
One child asks, "Why do you stare so long?"
"Because the mirror sings a haunting song."
Reflections speak in whispers cold,
secrets of wonders waiting to be told.
"Fallen stars," they sigh, "lost in the dark,
find your light, let it leave a mark."
Beyond the glass, where shadows creep,
a land of dreams lies asleep,
hold onto the stories, let none be slain,
for in those mirrors, children remain.
Wander further to whispers of dreams or find secrets in silver dust.