Shadows dance on the edge of perception. Is it you or a fragment of yesterday's haze? Echoes reverberate, seeking refuge in the labyrinth of thought. You notice whispers in colors unseen, unlived lives shimmering through the mist. The door remains shrouded, a sentinel to possibilities unfathomed.

Do mirrors remember? When they bend reality into a kaleidoscope of memory, who narrates the story of reflections untold?