In every mirror, there lies a corridor.
There are moments when reflections reveal not the self, but the shadow. A type of ghost unfamiliar in its familiarity. The corridors await. The whispers lingers: Who are you beyond the glass?
Shadows bend and twist in the silence of these unknown hallways. Echoes of forgotten selves, gazes too intense to sustain, staring as cerulean fog envelopes each segment. As you walk through these mirrored halls, are you searching for yourself, or perhaps... the mirror speaks of who you could never be?
The frames of time flicker, wisps of alternate lives unwrap gently. One could stop and peer closer, but mustn't questions echo endlessly... like corridors to unknown realms?
Is the reality stretched beyond reach? Or just another reflection swallowed by reflective glass? Continue navigating the haunted glass or discover a new dimension.