In the midst of shadowed corridors, I saw a glimpse of what could be, or perhaps what should be, a world not bound by time.
The mirror whispers secrets, truths unspoken but staunch in their haunting insistence. Listen closely, for it knows you.
When you gaze into the mirror, remember, it does not show you who you are, but who you might have been had choices diverged differently.
Do you dare to reflect deeply? A choice untaken, an avenue unexplored, the echoes of your specter call.
The mirror reflects without remorse, laying bare the contradictions of your existence.
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