In the depths of time's forgotten sands,
a reflection murmurs treacherous tales.
Shadows dance like whispers,
atop the silver surface untroubled.
A voice calls softly, beckoning,
through veils of ghostly realms.
"Touch if you dare, traveler,
for beyond the mist lies your truth."
As you lean in closer, enchanted,
the mirror reveals
a labyrinth of shimmering dreams,
and paths eternally lost.
Ponder over the whispered paths: