The Blighted Mirror of Eternal Stardust

Haunted Reflections

In the absence of light, when shadows coil like serpents around the heart, the mirror whispers secrets of ages past...

Here lies yonder visage, pale and weary, caught in the starlit abyss. Here lies the echo of forgotten breaths...

Among particle remnants, where stardust lingers in the hollow stones, the spectres come to rest.

Once, they sang songs of sorrow, too sweet to bear yet bitter as the twilight's end. Now, in the mirror's veil, reflections transpire without consent...

Carved in Time

These words were etched in the sepulchral silence, a cryptic testament to what dreams may come. The shadows dance, mocking the boundary 'twixt Reality and Reverie.

Perhaps it is here, in the fractured niches of the night, that the truth will reveal itself...

Wander through these temporal pathways, where light dares not tread, via the doors unseen: