Twilight Moonlight Hazards
The mirror, it speaks in shades of gray, reflections not of this realm.
“What was seen cannot be unseen,” echoes the voice once touched by oblivion. They spoke of ominous corridors, stained by time, where shadows mingle eternally.
Should you hear the whisper in silence, it will guide you through veils of dim light, perhaps revealing an alternate echo of your being, one written in the ink that bleeds under the gaze of a waning crescent.
Recollect the past not as it was, but as the reflection promises to allow it—a moldable memory in the lunar aura.
Seek the ethereal echoesJourney beyond the dreams