The mirror, an eternal witness, oracles of the silenced pasts, reflects not the presence but the essence of what could unfold. To gaze is to ponder; to ponder is to untangle the web of perceived realities. It is said that to see your own reflection is to witness a shadow of the potential self—not the self you are, but the self you might have been.
In times lost, or perhaps future, the echoes resonate differently. What whispers have they captured, those glassy eyes? What truths have they left unspoken, stored within the confines of reflections? Remember, the mirror speaks in tongues unlearned.
Reflection upon reflection; a reality refracted through prisms of thought, yet holds constant the anomalies of existence. It invites you to question not the image, but the identity itself. Do you see the you that is you? Or a you that is perhaps not?
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