The whispers trapped within glass veins call to the wandering souls, steering them through corridors of nebulous destiny.
The glassy facades of mirrors speak in riddles, fragments of lives unseen yet spoken.
Among the disjointed echoes, in a realm where the fragmented time dances, shadows unravel in cyclical enigmas.
Echoes Hidden TalesIn the reflection unfurling, destinies entwine with threads of eternal mist.
So whispers the hidden reflection, as your own gaze dissolves into what was, and what might never be.