Whispers of Yesternight

In the unfurling twilight, where mirage meets somber truths, a vault stands.
The mirrors there hold no reflection of the present, but rather, echo the whispers of invisible threads woven by time.
Esoteric secrets swirl within, undancing in shadows cast by candlelight.
A door of glass solidifies the transient, beckoning the dreamer to tread softly within its hollow embrace.

Unveil the Glistening