In the shell of a day, when echoes linger just beyond the rim, there lay whispers beneath the reflecting pool—mirrored hallways bend, twisting truth and time.
I saw a figure—the friend I thought lost—yet they wore my face and spoke in the ties of tongues that tangled with stars. Mirrors mimicked not just vision, but soul.
Venture deeper into shadows:
Listen to the Echoes
Dance with the Murmurs