In the hallway of whispered echoes,
A mirror waits with slumbering secrets.
Can you hear the shadows' sighs,
As they trace the outline of lost dreams?
Flicker of the past dances softly,
In this glass-wrought chrysalis.
Voices like autumn leaves,
Rustle in the silken fog of yesteryears.
Gather the threads of moonlit truths,
A tapestry woven with haunted sighs.
Stare deeply, oh traveler,
For in these depths lie all your forgotten days.