"Sometimes, I think I stumble upon the truth in passing whispers — is this the reality I sought, or merely its echo?"

"We're all performing in some vast amusement park, aren't we? The mirrors twist our shapes, but the essence — it's consistently flawed."

"Out here, on the glowing paths of light, a streetlamp flickers, revealing secrets only known to the shadows."

"A text message from yesterday, a promise made in haste — its words don’t carry the same weight today, do they?"