In the cacophony of silence, where shadows linger, a voice calls from the other side of time.
What is it that you see when you gaze into the unknown—a half-formed idea, a forgotten regret, or simply the echo of your existence?
Pause for a moment and listen.
The mirror is not just a glassy expanse, but a portal to myriad reflections: some familiar, others disquietingly strange.
Each glance begs the question, "Who am I, if not a cipher of my experiences, an amalgamation of memories and their ghosts?"