The mirror whispers...

In the blinking shades of twilight,

the figure lingers, a gossamer silhouette.

It gazes not at you, but through you, past the veil.

Haunted echoes murmur truths

you dare not grasp in the light of day.

Do you remember the ones who called your name,

only to fade into the ether of forgotten dreams?

Reflect, dear traveler, reflect.

Listen to the whispers Chase the echoes Seek clarity