The mirror does not lie, yet it reflects only what is visible to the eye. In its depths, we see the surface shimmer, a ripple in the glassy sea of existence. What lies beneath these waves, hidden from sight, is the true reflection of our selves. Here, in the shadowed waters where light falters, we find the quiet truths.
As the moon commands the tides, so too does the passage of time shape our reflections. Each wave a question, each ebb a resolution. Do we not flow with the rhythm of the depths, caught in the dance of the infinite oceans? In the shadowed mirror, we witness our duality, the known and the unknown, the seen and the unseen.
What is it that you seek in the mirror's gaze? Enter the corridor where echoes speak, or dive deeper into the abyss where silence reigns.