Upon the cusp, where shadow and light entwine, a figure stands before the transparent gate— none other than the resplendent Mirror itself. Voices woven in silver thread murmur from the depths of yesteryears, summoning the brave hearth of reflection.
The reflections ripple and shatter, casting fragments of memory once forgotten, luminescent upon the surface. Of these, a whispered echo of a rite unfurling: to be held, unveiled, and transported across realms by the Arcane Keeper.
To the traveler: The pool of glassy truth beckons with enchanting secrets. Fear not the gloss of unknown antiquities, for they are the passages to self-discovery. Enter the doorway that reads: not with heedless eyes, but with kindred Soul.
Beginnings of an age-old verse unfurl from the ether, coiling in the ethereal vapors: "Come forth, seeker, and partake in the Rite of Vision Beneath: for Reflection is but a Symphony of Shades; a prelude to the awakening, a serenade sung in celestial harmonics."
The ceremony resumes—a sacred narrative scribed upon silken fragments, woven in the loom of time: the Mirror, in its transcendence, silently witnesses the metamorphosis of spirit amidst the weaving tide of moments.