In the presence of the whispering fog, silence held its breath.
Can the mirror lie beneath the layers of solitude?
Reflections of thoughts once murmured, now ghosts adrift in time,
haunt corners where light fears to tread.

Mirror, ah mirror—what do you conceal?
Layers of self, peeled in whispers,
claimed by silence's embrace.
Are you truth, or merely the echo of my fear?

Listen to the silence where whispers dare not walk,
And find therein the essence of your shadow.