In the twilight of yesterdays, the mirror hums, a tune unknown yet familiar—echoed in corridors where shadows dance upon the lip of dawn. "Reflect, but do not see," it whispers, as fingers trace ghostly patterns upon its misted face.
The surface shivers; tales of those long gone curl around the edges like smoke. Do you hear their laughter? It's a song of the stars, an astral lullaby scattered across your dreams.