Reflections in a Loop

In the silent symphony of a mechanical loop, the echoes dance—looping, lurching, leaping.
Are you the orchestra conductor with a silent baton, controlling the tempo of time?
An unstoppable whir, you feel… the pulsations linger like a distant galaxy's whisper.
Memories loop like a dog chasing its tail—ever enthusiastic, always searching, never catching.
Time's mirror shows you sparkling shards, some familiar, some fraying at the edges, glistening like wet secrets.

Here, in this ethereal bubble, dreams inflate and burst, painting the void with colors that don’t exist.
The isolator vibrates with frequencies only the brave fathom, caressing your spine with delightful dread.
You giggle at the spectral reflections as they distort your face—an abstract jester in a carnival of shadows.
Have you found solace, or have you merely found yourself in a mirage, pulsating like a distant heartbeat?