Puzzles of Existence

The mirror reflects not what is, but what is not.
An echo of existence, resounding in the void.

What is the color of thought?
A spectrum that bends with the light of consciousness.

In a world of fractals, infinity folds upon itself.
Each layer a whisper of the cosmos' breath.

If a tree falls in silence, does it know its own sound?
Silence, the loudest of truths.

Dreams weave reality's forgotten threads.
The tapestry of time, unravelling and reweaving itself.

Identity is a mask stitched from a thousand memories.
Each seam a story, each wrinkle a lesson unlearned.