The fractal whispers of the mirror's edge echo through silken corridors. In these reflective realms, shadows dance upon the surface — vanishing apparitions of forgotten languages.
Between each crystalline shard, a narrative untangles, Chaos theories sprawled on tranquil parchment, metrics of madness. Yet, here, silhouette prevails, suspended in opalescent vapor, tracing the outline of unspoken dreams...
"What is your form without me?" The mirror asks. As silent as it is silver-lined, the response pulsates, encoded in binary murmurs: 01100010 01100101 00101100...