The mirror holds more than reflection; it murmurs secrets of another world.
Tales of twilight, where shadows assemble and dance among the whispers of the stars.
There stands a figure, ever-changing, yet always familiar, like echoes of a forgotten hymn.
Can you hear it? A resonance, soft as silk, hard as light. It carries no name, but seeks a listener.
Explore the unseen paths: Exiled Dreams or Glimmering Voice.
Once more, face the reflection — see not the surface, but the soul behind eternal panes.