I saw a mirror yesterday, it spoke but had no voice. "I am you," it said. "But why are we both here?" I wondered, and the mirror just smiled.
A butterfly sat on my shadow. It's wings whispered secrets, too soft for ears to hear—but shadows listen better than light.
Explore the Circle of Dreams or visit the Void of Thought.
A third voice spoke, from nowhere and everywhere at once. "You are now," it said, with the certainty of rain.