The mirror on the wall whispered secrets long forgotten, or perhaps, secrets yet to be remembered. Each word echoed like a fading echo in the halls of a memory, repeating, repeating, repeating, as if afraid to let go.
Beyond the shattered edges, a pathway shimmered with possibilities. Each step forward was a step into the unknown, yet it felt familiar, like a road walked many times before but always ending, replacing itself in the beginning.
The reflection smiled—no, it grinned, revealing teeth like white daggers. "Welcome back," it said, a voice like velvet tinged with malice. "You know the way. You remember the way."
Yet the way was obscured, shrouded in a mist of uncertainty. Would she dare follow the reflection, or would she turn back into the realm of certainty and mundanity?