In the mirrored halls where shadows softly speak,
amber thoughts weave a tapestry of dreams,
a whisper caught in moonlit glass,
suspended in echo, time unravels gently.

Do you see yourself here, dear traveler, or a ghost of what might be?
Every step away from reflection,
a step closer to understanding,
the essence cradled in silence.

Let the shadows guide you,
through veils of untold stories,
where mirrors hold the secrets,
of those who dared to look within.