Daylight fled, leaving only shadows congregating around the edges. As you glance at the mirror, the glass hums, a soft echo of voices that were once yours. You peer into the shifting depths, where images pulse just beyond the veil of reality.
"What you see is not what is, but rather what could be, should you dare to step beyond the ordinary paths."
Flickers of time unravel, showing paths you've walked that fade without footprints. Here, you see a version of yourself, trapped in a labyrinth of vines and whispers, waiting for an answer to a question not yet asked.