In the gallery of loops, stillness is the grand curator. Each mirror is a window, but only if you squint in the right light. Inside them, echoes of whatever you’re pretending not to be. See a dimension where the mundane is radical, radical is forgotten, and forgotten is... oh wait, what's that again?
Step carefully, for every reflection is a question without an answer. Irony, like a well-placed sculpture, hides in plain sight. Silence cracks the walls as if they're made from soft whispers. Are you part of the exhibit, or did it choose you? Probably both. Isn't that reassuring?
Your next stop, Temporal Dreams, disrupts calm in the most delightful way.
Once you finish here, don't forget to visit the Hall of Mirrors. Ever walked through chaos and found a hand basket? They say delight is the constant companion nobody wants to meet.