In shadows deep, a voice broke the silent air, "Do you hear them?" My reflection posed a question as if another realm spoke through it. It wasn't me; no, it wasn't at all. It had a coloration like sepia films, each word arching like ethereal smoke. And the mirror's edge shimmered as if a portal unraveled.

The stranger whispered secrets of forgotten halls and untold stories, ancient dreams caught in time's weave and wane. I stood transfixed, yearning to touch that haunted verse, where fleeting echoes painted the edges of possibility...