The mirror giggles at your presence, a sound like wind through rustling leaves, soft yet disconcerting.
Its surface ripples with untold secrets, a veil between the physical and the ephemeral.
As you step closer, the echo of your reflection leans in, its eyes sparkling with the mischief of forgotten dreams.
"What truth lies beneath your skin?" it whispers, voice like silk unraveling under the moonlit sky.
The laughter grows, a melody tangled in shadows, weaving through the air with an elegance that seems almost ancient.
The reflection of a whisper dances in the periphery, barely touching the echoes of a bygone era.
It dares not to linger too close, a mischievous spirit bound by the rules of its realm.
What question do you dare to ask, as the mirror's laughter fades into a distant hum?
Each inquiry shimmers like a star lost to the horizon, a promise of answers cloaked in riddles.
The air shivers with anticipation, a silence pregnant with the desires of the heart.