In the hall of whispers, your shadow dances with uncertainty.
A canvas of dreams sprawls across the mind—never painted, always imagined.
Mirrors reveal what you did not seek; every glance reveals a fragment of eternity.
Watch the lines twist and fold within the mind's eye, a funhouse of vibrant hues.
The echoes of laughter intermingle with the brushstrokes of forgotten truths.
Are you the artist, or are you the painting itself?