In the fractured glass of the old tower, Skye saw colors that whispered secrets of the world beyond.
That morning, the sun peeped through like a curious cat, illuminating shards of history caught in crystalline prisons.
"Do you dare step inside?" asked a voice like rusted wind, as the mirror shimmered with childlike mischief.
The echoes danced, hiding laughter behind veils of shadow. Step cautiously, they warned. In her heart, Skye felt the pull of adventures unwritten, paths unseen, shimmering with the promise of dark delight.