In the depth of the silent forest, where time weaves a tapestry of shadow and light, the whispers of scattered moments cling to the frosted air.
The sage once spoke: "In the labyrinth of dreams, every turn holds a truth unknown."
Beneath the cracked mirror, a child's laughter, perhaps from a life never lived. Cobwebs cradle the secrets of a bygone era, voices murmuring in the haze of twilight.