The corridor twists beyond comprehension, walls draped with whispers of times long forsaken.
Here, vanity is a specter, and pride shatters upon the glassy void.
Step forward, bend the light; listen to the echo of truth tangled in shadows, faint and elusive.
In this labyrinthine spiral, the reflections may speak of dreams never dared.
Lurking echoes tease the edges of your sanity—a choreography of darkness in the stage of mind. Will you flee or dance, twirling into the serene chaos? Beneath the mirthful veneers, the really reveals.
Turn back, turn forward. What is time but a trickster amidst carnival lore? Glimpses of a world askew, mirrored and distorted, where reality and fiction perform a waltz.