As you gaze into the whispering glass, silhouettes draw shadows, echoing stories untold, reflections, not of light, but of thoughts entrenched in marbled solitude.
Ask, and the mirror responds not with words, but with the silence of a thousand forgotten questions. Here lies the essence of all that was and never can be.
Does the mirror see what we cannot? Views beyond the prism of our eyes, resting in truths that shatter but remain whole in their broken state. In these fracture lines, find a constellation of what once was home.
Inward you fall, unraveling like autumn leaves, truth becomes the echoing stillness between heartbeats. Raised arms against the dawning light, tracing figures that dare to stand.
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