The Shaded Veil of Dreams

As the sunlight wanes, the muted echoes of stories untold begin to swirl around. You overheard it from just beyond the veil:

"She never really left, not in the way you'd think. The mirror told me so just last night, with words I could barely comprehend."

The murmurs continue, carried by an unseen wind:

"In the library of the lost, where pages thirst for ink and shadows wear their stories like cloaks..."

What do the whispers of the shaded veils mean? Will you look deeper? Step through the portal:

"Beware the chimera of reality perched on the edge of dreams," they say. Yet who listens to a warning whispered in the dark?

And as you ponder, a final whisper reaches you:

"Tomorrow is but a mirror in disguise, awaiting the kind touch of dreams to dissolve its rigid lines."