The mirrors flicker in the dark, whispering secrets just beyond grasp...
Do you remember the time when autumn leaves whispered your name?
Some reflections are not of this world...
"In the mirror's embrace, shadows dance like forgotten memories, their stories unwritten, faded in the mist of time. What do you see, what do you hear, when the reflections speak their silent oath?"
Explore further or listen to the echoes.
Silent echoes resonate through the corridors of the mind...
Is the reflection true, or merely a projection of what could have been?