In the realm where whispers linger, the mirror reveals more than just semblance. Shadows of longing dance in the silver glass, crafting melodies from forgotten moments. Each echo a story, untold, unheard, yearning for eyes to comprehend.
The visage within the glass speaks of epochs gone, of lovers lost in corridors of time and emotion's gentle caress. Can one love what is never touched? The mirror sighs, a breath from realms unknown, holding truths in its spectral embrace.