Stand before the mirror, where light bends to reflect not what is there but what is hidden. Let its stillness consume your breath as the reflection stirs, whispering secrets of what you dare not face.
The whispers linger, waiting, yearning for your acceptance.
Can you see the truth beneath the surface, lurking in shadows that refuse to fade? It beckons, pleading for your recognition. The echoes of your past selves call out, demanding that you listen, for they hold the key to understanding your fragmented depths.
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