Behind every door hinges a tale unnoticed, a wardrobe sighs incessantly, its garments whisper echoes of secrets untold. What does the mirror see that we do not? Listen... the echoes call.
"I bear the weight of countless unspoken thoughts,
No one sees the divinity in the mundane, nor hears my creaks in
silent symphony with the unvoiced truths of the evening. I am but a
witness to minds wandering in timeless corridors."
"I flicker between realms of light and shadow,
The brightness I cast stings, illuminating what seeks to dwell in
shadows. I burn with secrets—every filament hums a story of dread,
longing for night’s embrace."