In the beginning, there was clarity.
Then came the mirrors, fragments of us scattered in a labyrinth.
Do not gaze too long into the abyss of mirrors, for they reflect not what is, but what could be... and what was. A wise illusionist once said, "Understand the reflection to understand the self."
The phantoms scribble on walls invisible to the naked eye. They whisper truths wrapped in riddles, guiding you to paths less traveled. Embrace their presence, for they are the reflections of your reflections.
Reflection is not about looking back, but about understanding the seen and unseen. An illusion, perhaps, is only as real as you allow it to be. Dance with your reflections, let them lead you.
What did you hear? What whispers linger? [reflections]