Have you ever watched your reflection argue with itself?
Funny thing, it always seems to know more than me. Or maybe less?
Do you ponder existential riddles like, "Why did the mirror cross the road?"
The answer lies, or reflects, in this other room.
Ever hear the whispers of echoes from the past? They sing lullabies to the shadow self.
The best part about dreaming in mirrors? It never really ends. You're just on pause.
Sometimes the mirror shows me things I never wanted to see. Like my future self wearing socks with sandals.
Have you ever danced with a reflection that wasn't yours? That's a story best told with a twilight whisper.
They say mirrors are gateways. Have you peeked through one lately?