In the depths of a forest, woven with whispers, I found a pond painted with the sky's blush. Here, the creatures spun stories of light and shadow, tales that danced on the brink of dream. Follow their tales.
Once, I heard the mirror speak, whispering lost truths in a child's voice. "Why do shadows follow us home?" I asked. The mirror smiled, its glassy grin a riddle. The night grew long, wrapping us in secrets too old to understand.
The stars above blinked like distant eyes, watching our fragile curiosity unfold. The riddle waits.