Unfolded Truths

You stand before the mirror, not as you know yourself, but as a stranger woven from whispers of yesteryear. What reflection gazes back from behind glassy flesh?

Do you see what you have not become, or what you could never be? The mirror holds no judgment, only a gentle, swirling echo of your name.

In its cold embrace, your past and futures intertwine. Unraveled threads tell tales of might-have-beens, unsaid words tangled in the fibers of woven reality.

Each fold in time whispers a secret, a world void of your touch, where peering eyes remain forever closed.

The mirror murmurs softly, "What is the truth?" and you ponder whether truth is a path walked or a silence kept. Beyond the polished frame, an infinite corridor invites you to step beyond.

Do you dare to turn away from yourself, towards the hidden selves that lie in wait?