An Elegy to Glass: Staggered Reflections

In the pauses of time, hastened dreams waltz. The ethereal mirror holds sacred ещё жуткая мрак.

Murmured echoes filter through antiquated confessions— who was I beneath those waning beguiles?

If you listen closely, you may hear:

"In nightfall, the visage converges, but in daylight, we wane into echoes."

Seek beyond the mirror pane transactions, and find what shadows left behind:

Perhaps it bears no meaning, but still, you ask:

"What do abandoned hallways hide?"

Resume your ceaseless quest within this cathedral of fright, or become entwined by shadows:

Enter the Everdark Revery