In the mirror, a face asks the questions, never revealing its own name.
Who is the one that sees, and who is the one that reflects?
Each distortion tells a story, not of what is, but of what could be...
In the mirror, a face asks the questions, never revealing its own name.
Who is the one that sees, and who is the one that reflects?
Each distortion tells a story, not of what is, but of what could be...
Mirrors hold the truth we dare not face, yet in them, our absence whispers louder than presence.
Does the echo of your reflection know you better than you know yourself?
Consider the ripple, the wave, the infinite loop back to the shore of self-awareness.
"You are nothing but a shadow," said the mirror to the man beyond the glass.
"Yet shadows tell tales of light," he replied, "and so I shall remain."
Walk the halls of your funhouse mind, where reflections play tricks and truths wear masks.
Find the door to hidden truths or be lost in time.
Remember, every path leads back to you, whether you choose to see it or not.