"In the depths of each reflection, there is a sound," she whispered, tracing fingers along the cold surface. The whispers of whale chants merged with an echo of unheard stories, spiraling like shadows beneath the glass. These mirrors, veiled in sea blue, do not hold your face, they speak of what you don't dare to remember.
Lost were ages, submerged in tales of glistening nightmares. She remembered passages, where giant breaths ruptured silence — majestic and painfully mournful. A melody layered in time and treasuries of saltwater secrets, unfurling those stories long eclipsed by human breath.
Linking one chant to another, her breath synced with their vastness. And the mirror brimmed with energies warming on the edges with a promise. The kind that shifted your longing into something broader, a deeper reflection amidst the rolling sea.
Would you dare dive and lose yourself in these compositions? There's an untouched hymn, brimming with the darkness of celestial airs waiting for stars to hum.