In an era when the reflection becomes the subject, journalists face the mirror. Reports from beyond suggest that each pane plays host to unseen interviews repeating silently amidst wisps of silver dust. As noted in an editorial excerpt from the Echoic Observer, "To understand the reflection is to perceive it without grasping its physical presence."
Past tales speak of a particular mirror in the heart of the gallery, said to bear witness to time whispers. Here, limbs lost to shadows converse, documenting the legacies carved in refracted light. Such chronicles are silent, written in the language of glances and unspoken words.