In the stillness of an empty room,
where shadows weave the fabric of dreams,
a mirror stands, untouched by time,
reflecting the unsaid, the unknown truths.

Do you see, in its glassy depths,
the echo of a heart's last breath?
It murmurs softly, like a forgotten song,
dancing in the silence of corridors long abandoned.

The mirror whispers, "All is not as it seems..."
A portal to the truths veiled in quiet's embrace.
Will you dare to gaze and find your shadow's dance?

Embark beyond the whispers' edge,
where silence holds its breath no more:
Absence Symphony
Unseen Secrets
Echoes of Fantasy