Mirror says: "You were born to be exceptional, just like everyone else."
Reflections of reflections... do they reflect on reflecting? Discover
Invoked are the silent screams, echoing softly in the chasms of the mind. Yet, you see... More echoes
In the glass labyrinth, where thoughts are mere shadows, the irony of visibility renders one utterly blind. Here lies the desert of self-awareness, where the only oasis is an illusion.
By watching, we do not see. Silent witnesses to our grand failings, mirrors become confidants that never reveal their secrets. Veil illusions
But fear not the darkness, for it is simply a reflection of your inability to light a candle. Or perhaps, the echo of a match struck that never ignited.