Hidden Whimsical Rhythms

Behold, the mirror whispers, a relentless muse of caprice.

What do you see when you dance, oh specter of your own shadow?

• The puppet strings tethered to forgotten dreams.
• Skeletons in top hats, waltzing to the sound of silence.
• Your laugh, an echo in a hall of mirror-like souls.

Click here to face your reflection.

Or take a turn in circles.