In the dimmest part of the hall, futures flicker on the surface. What will they reflect?
Caroline: More than she ever planned for herself. Too many steps forward, each one unfamiliar and untested.
Contrasting glimpses of tomorrow, fractured.
Tariq: It’s clear as day in one moment, elusive shadows in another. What does it mean when you can't grasp your own shadow?
Here in the corridors of reflection, find these stories expanding: