What lies beyond the threshold of silence? In the hollow corners of existence, whispers gather dust, awaiting the traveler willing to unearth the questions painted in shadows.
An echo is born from absence, a sound defined by what it lacks. Notice how the void calls the noise, pulling it closer, until it melts into the fabric of time.
Every reflection holds a fragment of reality, distorted yet familiar. Piece together the mirror's fragments and forge your own veracity.