You peer into the abyss
and it whispers back
with voices not your own.

"When the moon wanes and the sun sleeps,
shadows long and whispers deep."

Has the mirror ever spoken your name,
through fogged glass and silvered edge?

Turn not your back on the unseen,
for what lies beyond is only half seen.

Remember to blink, to breathe,
lest you become part of the reflection.

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