In the corridors of translucent glass where whispers are trapped, you chase the echoes of your own shadow. Each step reverberates in a memory not yet made. Turn left, right, left again, and see the endless corridors weave their silent stories.
Beyond the next reflection, another version waits—not an echo, but a harmony. It beckons, invitingly. Is it the same rhythm you dance to? Or a different tune entirely?
Embrace the chaos.
Here, the corridors shimmer, and the way forward sometimes appears behind. Clarity is a trickster, and reality itself a mirage. Flow through the unseen currents and listen to the mirror's song. Dance with the ethereal.