📖Whispering Glass

Thank you for listening.✨🎶 -------------------------------------------------------- Lyrical Creation: © 2025 Period All Rights Reserved | Copyright © 2025 Period -------------------------------------------------------- My first attempt at combining flash fiction with music—hope you enjoy!✨ 🎨This is a suspenseful tale woven into music—a story about a painter and a mysterious antique mirror. The mirror whispers secrets and promises greatness, but every truth it reveals comes at a cost. Dive into this haunting journey, where the lines between reality and illusion blur, and see how far one will go for the sake of art. --------------------------------------------------------- Flash Fiction🎬 Echoes in the Mirror 　Maria, a young painter, moves into an old apartment where the landlord offers her a grand antique mirror, said to be the "soul" of the place. Maria becomes inexplicably drawn to it, sensing faint whispers each night. Yet, whenever she approaches, she sees only her own pale reflection staring back. 　One evening, her reflection speaks: "You crave artistic greatness, but you fear the truth." The mirror promises her unparalleled creative mastery if she confesses all her deepest secrets to it. 　Maria begins pouring out her soul: family secrets she’s kept hidden, her crippling fear of failure, and the guilt of betraying a close friend. With each confession, her paintings grow extraordinary, but the whispers in the mirror intensify, turning into commanding echoes. 　At last, she completes a masterpiece that shocks the world and earns her universal acclaim. But when she turns to thank the mirror, her reflection smiles—a smile not her own—and steps through the glass, taking her place. Maria, now trapped within the mirror, becomes the voice that whispers to the next unsuspecting artist. ------------------------------------------------------ lyrics🎶 Whispering Glass In the room where silence falls, A mirror stands, it calls, it calls. Reflections shift, they start to speak, Promising truths we’re too scared to seek. Late at night, the whispers grow, (Come closer, child, there's much to know.) A thousand stories etched in grime, Its silver surface holds no time. Paint-stained hands, trembling near, It offers art, and quells my fear. (Tell your secrets, speak to me, I'll gift you greatness, make you free.) The mirror lies, but it feels so true, Secrets deep, it pulls me through. A voice so soft, yet chains so tight, The whispers lead me into the night. Each confession feeds its glow, Regrets and guilt, the scars I show. My canvas screams with life untamed, But I feel hollow, unclaimed, unnamed. Every stroke brings darker dreams, Every word tears deeper seams. Fame is near, yet something’s wrong, Its grin grows sharper as it hums my song. Step through the glass, it dares, it dares, Trade your soul for the art you bear. My own reflection reaches wide, And whispers, (Come, it’s safe inside.) The mirror lies, but I’m bound to stay, A prison born from my own display. The voice consumes, its truth revealed, In shadows deep, my fate is sealed. Now I whisper to the next, A fragile mind, a soul perplexed. The mirror stands, it calls, it calls, In endless echoes, we all will fall.