Gaze not, dear wanderer, with mere mortal eyes, but allow the senses unseen, the whispers in the fog, to guide you through mystic realms. The veil lifts, and with it, the spectral dance begins—an ethereal ballet upon gossamer threads woven from whispers and dreams.

In this hallowed space, where echoes of the past curl around like a lover's embrace, each reflection speaks. They are stories untold, memories unmoored, floating like will-o'-the-wisps beneath the moonlit skies. Listen, listen closely... for the echoes remain and the shadows speak.