Look deep, they say, into the reflection that does not smile back. Here lies the truth: a shadow of what is, not of what could have been.
Ironically, the abyss is kinder than the surface. It reflects not your beauty, but your doubts. Not your triumphs, but your yawning indifference to the theatrical play of life.
In the depths, you hear whispers of an uncertain future. Is it a melody or a dirge? Only the abyss knows its tune, an ironic serenade to those who dare gaze within.
There lies a question, unanswered yet persistent, lurking like a specter: Am I the echo of the abyss or merely a figment of its hollow wish?
So, step cautiously and peer into the reflections of what you think you are. Or perhaps you should not. The choice is as comforting as it is deceptive.
Chase the Echo | Deeper into Darkness