In the mirror's gaze, shadows dance, elusive.
Through the hallways of forgotten echoes, I wander, tracing the outline of a ghostly embrace. Vague whispers of laughter linger, like mist on a winter's eve. Step further into the unseen.
Each step, a note in a symphony of silence, resounding in chambers of hollow memories. The walls listen, and they speak in riddles, voices entwined in time's gentle caress. Discover fragments of the past.