Echoes into the Abyss

The whispers spiral through the void: cold steel echoes against forgotten glass. Another reflection shatters, only to reform beyond reach. Twisted tales cling to every surface, each more inconceivable than the last—walls of liquid silver, shifting in sight and mind.

A flicker. A pause. The clock never ticks—time's reflection suspended in endless glass realms. These mirrors, ancient and warped, tell stories of faces not shown, lives long lost in fractured dimension.

Beneath the Surface
Corners of the Mind
Visions of The Past