The air is thick with unspoken secrets.
The ground shakes under truths buried deep.
Ancient stone, silent but screaming.
Molded with whispers of what should never be known.
They watch you from the shadows.
An echo of a question you never asked yourself.
A fragment of glass, glimmering cold.
In it, a glimpse of what could have been.
Trust no one. Not even yourself.
Every mirror reflects a lie.