In the labyrinth of your inner self, where shadows breathe like ancient phantoms, there exists a mirror. A mirror not of reflection, but of projection. Are you ready to embrace what whispers softly at the periphery of your waking thoughts? Between each mirror lies a memory you own but do not recognize as yours.
Consider carefully: Is the phantom limb real, or is it your mind's echo, begging to be validated? Step closer to the edge of reasoning, and you will see that the whispers wish to lead you not into despair, but into a revelation of unseen kingdoms.