You peer into the mirror, but it reflects more than just your image. Each glance reveals an unraveling tapestry of celestial whispers, weaving through the strands of your shadow. The starlight trembles, as if caught in an eternal sigh, and the faint hum of distant galaxies envelops you.
Floating in the luminous depths, you see faces of forgotten stories—wisps of lives that never crossed your own, yet feel intimately familiar. They gaze back, tracing the outlines of galaxies yet to be born, in an unending waltz of cosmic dance.
Somewhere, in the shivering echoes of this mirrored abyss, lies a truth unfathomable—an unheeded whisper of time's endless stream. The truth floats, crystalline and haunting, in a chaotically beautiful web of luminescent connections.
Follow the luminescent echoes or find solace in the stillness of the void.
Beneath the reflected stars, the chains remain unbroken, each link forged from the memories of light, stretching across the infinite expanse.