The mirror says nothing. But I know it knows.
Once upon a twig, shadows whispered secrets...
In the mirror, she saw a face, not hers but with her eyes. Treasures untold and monsters caged. The room behind was not the one she lived in, but a story untold.
Mycelium grew below, ever watching, whispering children's dreams as their feet trod above. Rain danced a merry tune, drenching thoughts.
"Do you like the flowers?" the mirror asked, as clouds giggled.
The mushrooms smile, hiding hints of truth between their caps.