In the quiet of a forgotten room, the mirrors hold secrets untold. They whisper.
What is left of the self when the echoes of the past ripple through the present? The mirrors await, holding fragments of light and shadows.
"Turn back, turn back," they hum, a haunting lullaby that intertwines with the silence.
With each reflection, a piece of identity fades, absorbed by the glass. What remains after the full circle is complete? A question lost in time.
Chase the Echo