What do you see when you peer? Pulses of uncertainty shimmer beneath the surface, like echoes of lost moments whispering unseen beneath static glass. Each glance unveils the history written in shades, revealing haunted corridors of time.
The mirror holds no secrets, yet reveals everything. In its depths, familiarity dances unsettlingly with the foreign, a room filled with surprises where none have ever entered. "Is it really you?" the reflection questions, drawing upon shadows that memory never chased away.
Time bends around you—a wave crashing upon infinite shores, each crest a moment edged with both past and future. Step inside the tidal pool of reflection, where every ripple tells an untold story, waiting with breathless eternity.
Close your eyes. What do you feel now—that chill running down unknown timelines? A whispering driftwood echoes softly, bearing ages in its splinters. It rests beside the mirage of you—to touch it, venture onward and breach those iron gates where dreams meet dusk.