In the labyrinth of drifting papers,
Enthusiastic whispers dance,
Echoes of long-forgotten pages,
Reflections in haunted mirrors.

Enthralled by the pages' flight,
A maze woven with spectral ink,
Shadows in the corners linger,
It’s a vibrant, ghostly waltz.

Torn between joy and whispers eerie,
The mirror’s face flickers anew,
With every turn, every fold of paper,
Unwritten secrets come to view.