In the crumbling halls of his ancestral manor, Elias Thorne uncovers a legacy far darker than dust and decay. A leather-bound journal whispers of symbols that breathe, of voices that echo from beyond the stars, of a mirror that reflects not the self, but the abyss.
The deeper Elias reads, the louder the hum becomes — a vibration that crawls through marrow and mind alike. Each night, shadows coalesce, and each night his sanity frays, until he can no longer discern whether the horror lurks within his fevered thoughts or presses against the thin veil of reality itself.
Whispers from the Abyssal Mirror is a descent into both the suffocating chambers of the human soul and the infinite void that yawns beyond the heavens. At once claustrophobic and vast, lyrical and dreadful, this tale fuses the inward obsessions of Edgar Allan Poe with the outward immensities of H.P. Lovecraft.
In the end, Elias must confront the most harrowing truth of all: that the abyss does not merely look back — it waits.