Once, in a world slightly out of kilter, a wanderer found themselves at the entrance of the Forest of Smiles. This enigmatic woodland had vines that twinkled mischievously, promising laughter or perhaps bewilderment. The first step within revealed a path lined with mirrors of diverse shapes and sizes, each distortion higher than the last. A fountain, bubbling with giggles, sang tales of travelers who embraced their reflections.
Reflection tales shiver, whispers unfold the unraveling yonder moment, where laughter breaks glass into shimmering possibilities.