"Have we spoken before in shadows beneath the sea?"
The mirror's gaze did not waver as it asked.
"Echoes of dreams within dreams," whispered the wind,
"None who have traveled there return to tell."
"Perhaps reality is just a whispered secret to ourselves,"
murmured a voice cloaked in velvet night.
"Do you hear the laughter of the clock, counting down to silences unknown?"
said a figure cloaked in bursts of starlight.