The corridors of the building, lined with mirrors, stretch infinitely. In these corridors, the reflections tell stories more vivid than the silence that envelops them. Early this morning, reports surfaced of unusual occurrences within these hallways.
In the first corridor, a figure, clad in dark attire, appeared and disappeared with the same mysterious cadence as the flickering lights overhead. Eyewitness accounts describe the figure as reminiscent of the silent film era, its gestures exaggerated, as if communicating in a forgotten language.
Further down the corridor, whispers were heard—not the whispers of voices, but the hushed tones of history itself, echoing the deeds of those who once traversed these halls. The air thickens with past narratives, unraveling like the frames of an old film reel.
Experts have yet to analyze the phenomena. Some suggest a psychological reflection, while others lean towards a more supernatural explanation. Whatever the case, these mirror corridors continue to reflect not only images but fragmented tales waiting to be deciphered.
“In the mirror, it seems we are not alone,” she typed, her fingers dancing over the keys like a pianist conjuring a haunting melody.