In the glass’s quiet, trembling sheen,
Lies a doorway dark and unforeseen.
A mirror’s face—serene yet cold—
Hides a realm where terror’s bold.
Step too close, and shadows creep,
A chilling whisper, secrets deep.
Reflections twist and morph anew,
Unveiling fears we never knew.
A haunted land behind the glass,
Where hope dissolves and fears amass.
Beware the portal’s silent call—
For in that mirror, darkness waits for all.
Image and Poem are AI-generated. The first was edited within Adobe Photoshop.
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