In the mirror's silent dance, whispers fade.

Time folds, warps, and skips like a stone across forgotten waters.

A face once known, no longer recognized.

Do shadows breathe here too? Or do they simply drift away?

Reflection asks but never answers.

Here, in the hollowed gaze, questions linger.

Answer trapped within a vortex of uncertainty.

Do you remember?

Cross the threshold

Listen to the murmurs