In the quiet corners of the mirror, where reflections wear their ghosts like badges of honor, an amusing tale lingers. "Oh, look who forgot to wear their sense of humor today!" the mirror teases with a voice like rustling leaves. The reflection grins back, eyes twinkling, "I left it in the other dimension, where socks also find their long-lost partners."
"Did you hear about the spectral sandwich?" the mirror asks, ghostly tendrils of laughter escaping. "It was a little too 'boo' - tein-y for my taste," replies the reflection, brushing away the shadows with a flick of an ethereal hand. The jesters of this haunted glass enjoy their own company, conversing in riddles that only they understand.
Curious about other portals? Return to the Whisper or Discover a Grinning Ghost.