"In whispers, they beckon, from corridors unseen..."
"The paths where shadows linger, yet footsteps have never trod."
Gaze into the reflection, not of yourself, but of what could and might be. Each reflection shrouded in mist and the echo of whispers.
Unlike a mirror's truth, here lies a tale never seen but vividly spoken, reflected in the hushed breaths of a maze untaken.
The Mystery Unfolds