In the glow of echoed silence, love speaks impossibly...
The mirror waits, an obsidian portal reflecting not what is, but what longs to be. You gaze into it and find whispers, echoes of a passion untold, haunting your very core.
Reverberations from another time, another voice, another life, flicker through the glass. You touch the cold surface, hoping for contact, longing for the warmth of what was never given.
"Will you stay with me, through the void?"