Once upon a starlit puddle, the mirrors told stories.
Tales of giant marbles rolling in skies,
and shadows reaching hands across the galaxies.
"Why do the stars blink at Me?" a small voice asks.
The answer is hidden within the reflection's gaze.
In the mirror, we find echoes of ghostly giggles,
the specter of dreams peeking with curious eyes.
"Can we measure whispers in the wind?"
"Only if we count clouds," the mirror replies.