Once upon a midnight's glaze, beneath an infinite blanket of stars, she stood before the lineless mirror. Its surface rippled, not with water but with echoes of laughter long forgotten. This was not a mirror that shows the face, but one that reveals the soul.
“Who am I?” she whispered, and the mirror sighed. It did not answer with words but with tales stitched together from shadows. Each shadow flickered, suggesting stories of places she had never been, lives she had never lived.
Portal to Whispers Murmurs of the Celestial