The Mystical Mirror Maze

In realms of wonder, where dreams reside, A child sought passage, with naught to hide. Inside a maze, enchanted and deep, Reflections danced while the world did sleep.

Through twisting paths, where light did gleam, A mirror maze, a fantastical dream. Trying to find the exit, they sought, A journey untold, uniquely fraught.

Then, from a glimmer, a mirror bright, A playful elf danced into sight. With tinkling bells and a mischievous grin, "Lost, little one? Let the fun begin!"

Each turn revealed a face so new, Mirrors reflecting, a whimsical crew. A giggling gnome with a hat askew, A talking toad with stories to chew.

The child and elf, a wondrous pair, Leapt through reflections, beyond compare. Sharing stories, laughter, and cheer, Banishing shadows, drying each tear.

Past crystal fountains and trees of gold, A secret pathway began to unfold. The elf winked slyly, "Almost there, you see! The magic of mirrors sets spirits free!"

With one last turn, a shimmering gleam, The maze dissolved, a vanishing dream. The child stepped out, with heart so light, The magical maze completed, shining bright.