In the realm where shadows breathe, mirrors hold the fragments of lost souls. Each shard, a whisper of what once was, echoing in the stillness of the night. Their surfaces, obscured by the veil of time, reflect not what is, but what could have been.
Beyond each reflection lies a story, a tale spun from the darkness between heartbeats. The silence of these stories is a haunting melody, a symphony of sorrow that lingers in the corners of the mind.
Dare you step closer to the reflections/echoes.html of your own making? Will the shadows welcome you, or will they shun you for the memories you carry?
The mirrors whisper your name, a soft caress against the cold glass, a breath between the silent heartbeats. It is here, in this place of forgotten reflections/remembered.html, that you find solace in the unknown.
As you turn away, the mirrors laugh, a hollow sound that dances on the edge of reality, pulling you back into their embrace. Safe within their shattered forms, they promise not to forget, even if you do.
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