The tide shuddered, gasping waves like breath through a sleepwalker’s dreams. Mirrors don't lie; they bend truths, twist them until they whisper sweet lies. Shadows linger in the corners where dragons keep their secrets.
Did you hear the echo of your reflection? A softer whisper in the tide’s voice. Navigate the labyrinth in the dragon's eye, where past and future meld. Follow the echoes.
As the tide ebbs, darkness caresses the familiar shore, kissing goodbye countless yesterdays. The dragon waits beneath, coiling around dreams unanswered, tangled with time. Awake, yet dreaming still.