In the caverns of reflective glass, where echoes of eternity are woven in the strands of time,
sits a mirror unfathomable and ancient, cradling realms within its silvered expanse.
Gaze into it and unravel the tapestry of dimensions; whisper soft hymns of antiquity.
Veils of reality waver like gossamer threads, trembling in the astral dance.
Allow yourself to fall into the lucent embrace of the void—a friend once called Nonetheless, often mistaken for indifference,
sings lullabies to forgotten echoes woven in the resonant interstice of silence.
Feel the cadence of your own heartbeat, pulsating through the umbrage.
Enter these solemn dimensions, define them, recite their name in languages once wrapped in stars.
And leave marks of your passage intertwined with the constellations.