In chambers hollow, the echoes find their flight,
weaving ancient stories of stars ignited.
The mirrors sing in cryptic tongues, enchained
to forgotten dawns, where silver whispers loom.
Tap the wall of resplendence...
The twilight shores hold tremors of light, illuminating the shadows that dance upon the brink.
And when the night folds its arms around the world,
the shimmered truth slips silently away.