"And so the path in the mirror, was never meant to be walked upon, was it? Or perhaps, only by shadows."
The clock spoke again, but this time it was in a language only the walls could comprehend.
"I'm quite certain the fish told me about the secret door under the carpet, but I forgot its name."
Whisper: "Once upon a reflection, the sky fell through a portal in the ground."
Discover the Floating Notes that drift just beyond perception.
Or visit the Echoes of Time to find the sound of a voice that never spoke.
"She wore the fog like a crown, declaring sovereignty over the invisible fields."
"Do mirrors dream of pathways not walked?"
An omniscient sigh filled the space where the air once danced.