When you step through the looking glass, what do you become? A shadow of possibility, perhaps. Here, whispers echo in rhythmic patterns, dancing upon the edges of eternity.
Is the reflection a reality, or merely an echo of what was? Listen closely, and you might hear the dreams you have forgotten.
The mirrors speak of time unwinding, of paths untaken, and of secrets held in the quiet corners of an unwritten book.
To open the door to understanding, one must first unlock the heart of silence. Murmurs of the Lost may guide your way, or perhaps deter you further.
In a world of mirrors, even the wind holds stories of the untold. Secrets woven through the fabric of night and day.
If you wander far, perhaps you'll find the Echoes of the Twilight Garden, where dreams unfurl like petals kissed by the dew.