In the flickering half-light of the forgotten realm, whispers curl like smoke from extinguished candles. The echoes of bygone tales resonate in these chambers, where the walls bleed stories that the world has long ceased to remember.
An invocation to an ancient symphony plays softly, its notes tattooed onto the very air we breathe, woven with threads of silk and shadow. None dare speak its name, for fear the mirror will waken and reveal what should remain unseen.
Delve Deeper