Side-stepped through mirage corridors, Echoes of past unknown shadows croon quietly... "Underneath the glassy pane, beast hides beneath gossamer," whispers the girl. "Who wants to play?" She didn't even know her name.
Did mirrors know the secrets through whispers they didn’t dare say aloud to themself?
We found an old key an hourglass—a forgotten twilight where chandeliers hummed.
In the mirror-laden hallway, reflections giggled in past-tensed riddles.