Matthew, a budding set designer, was spending another night in the abandoned 'Aurora' theatre. This place had not seen an audience for a long time, and dust and silence had become its inseparable companions. However, Matthew enjoyed working here-he felt as if echoes of past performances could be heard among the shadows. One night, while tidying up an old dressing room, Matthew noticed something strange. Amidst a pile of costumes and forgotten props stood a massive, ornate mirror unlike any other. Its frame was full of carved masks, and the glass shone with an unsettling light even in the twilight. As Matthew walked closer, he heard a quiet whisper. He attributed it to fatigue, but the sound intensified. - 'At last someone has come here,' whispered the mirror in a thin, melodious voice. Matthew jumped back, almost knocking over his chair. His eyes shifted to the reflection, but there were alien shadows flickering in the mirror besides his own figure. - 'Relax,' another voice called back, more serious this time. It was coming from a small make-up mirror standing nearby. - 'We've been here for decades, but only a few can hear us. Matthew's hands trembled. - 'Who... what are you? - 'We are the Mirrors of Memory,' the old mirror replied. - We record every performance, every whisper of the dressing rooms, every tear of an actor. We have seen things that people forgot long ago. Suddenly all the mirrors in the dressing room flashed with cold light. In their panes appeared snapshots of old performances, the faces of dead actors and snippets of unfamiliar dialogue. Matthew felt something pulling him inside, as if inviting him to discover the greatest secret of the "Aurora" theatre. Then the largest of the mirrors swung open gently, revealing a passage from which came quiet laughter and the sound of creaking floors.... Matthew took a step forward, not knowing what awaited on the other side....