Within the veiled archways of luminescent corridors,
where whispers of starlight tango with the
ethereal threads of time,
lies an eternal mirror, a cradle of vestigial reflections.
Gaze upon its shimmering visage, dear wanderer,
for it reveals the truth encased in gilded mystique:
the soul's serenade, an opus of incandescent whispers,
wrought in the colors of forgotten dreams.
"As the mirror gazes into you, what do you see?"
A question that thunders across the aeons,
reverberating in the silent symphony
of the universe's heart.