The abandoned hallways of the Old City Library have begun to whisper again. Journalistic reports from the late 1970s speak of unexplained phenomena, depicting a spectral choir that sings echoes of voices long forgotten. With each report, the library’s mirror reflects not its surroundings but an image steeped in mystery, leaving investigators haunted by what they cannot see.
In the town square, deep beneath cobblestone paths, lies an underground chamber. Its air is thick with silence, occasionally broken by a spectral hum, documented by objective journalists seeking answers. Reflections from the chamber's reflective walls speak of histories that were never written, askew in mirrors that show more than mere surface.
Studies into the phenomenon of these echoes reveal a deeper enigma. Researchers are drawn into a world where mirrors do not merely reflect but distort. Observers describe feelings of being watched from behind the glass, a gaze that is not their own. Are these reflections merely imaginations or glimpses into another dimension?
Further exploration is warranted, yet caution is advised. Echoes are known to lead wanderers astray, as seen in the case of Lost Echo Cave, where narratives of vanished explorers continue to reverberate. Those brave enough to enter the cave found reflections not of themselves, but of past shadows.