Somewhere between the sunlit beams and shadowy realms,
whispers unravel like silk threads in a forgotten tapestry.
The mirrors don't just mirror—they see.
Beyond the glass, a door swings, echoing in the empty hall.
Footsteps sound in time with the heartbeat of the void,
and statues in silence howl in broken tongues.
Who lingers there, at the edge of now and then?
A shimmer, a mist, an invitation unread.