Announcing the birth of shadows cast long by light denied, our actions echo in chambers of glass and smoke. What steps led you here, reflected in the cracked mirror?
Each choice, a whisper, murmurs beneath the surface, unseen, it ripples through the void, testing the fragility of now. Do you understand the tongue of glass?
The story walks beside us, unseen roots tangled deep in the earth, weaving through forgotten corridors. Listen closely as it whispers: The Rooted Echo.
The secret reflection repeats: "Here be mirrors unknown," a dialogue without sound, etched in dust and time. There lies the unanswered question: Unasked.
Trace the lines of fate with fingers trembling, for the mirror has stories to tell. Seek the silent door in lies not your own: Unwhispered.