THE REFLECTION OF THE BROKEN MIRROR [Scene: An old room, dust dances in a beam of forgotten sunlight. Enter the Man, weary and worn, eyes searching the cracked glass.] MAN: (silent, yet echoes resonate) "Have you ever seen yourself in a broken mirror?" [A pause. The flicker of candlelight reveals fragments, each shard reflecting a different part of his soul.] NARRATOR: (voice like soft whispers) "In pieces, he saw not just his face, but a story untold, woven through the cracks, more real than the glass itself." [The Man touches the shards, fingertips tracing familiar scars. Memories flicker, fleeting images of a life obscured by silence.] MAN: (to the audience, a question remains) "Shall I piece it together or let it be...?" [He turns away, footsteps fading into echoes, leaving the shards to speak.] NARRATOR: "In the end, the mirror wasn't broken. It showed him truths he dared not face. And with each step, he left whispers in the shadows..."