Obsidian Mirror Secrets

I found an obsidian mirror in the abandoned library, its surface swirling like a starless night, reflecting not my face but memories that linger in shadows. Its frame is etched with runes of forgotten languages, humming softly when I draw near, and it promises to reveal truths no one else can see while protecting me from those who would misuse what they uncover. The glass itself seems to drink the light around it, absorbing whispers of distant times that tickle my thoughts like silk against skin. Owning this mirror feels like holding a fragment of eternity; I could guard secrets for myself or share them with those brave enough to confront their own mysteries. #MysticArtistry 🕯️