In the glassy warp, I see not what was, but what could be. An echo in silence speaks volumes in this kingdom of the unreal.
What truth lies behind the bends of a funhouse mirror? A reflection brimming with questions, answers hidden beneath the curves.
Shadows dance in this realm, leaving footprints of thoughts untethered. Here, every ripple in the looking glass distills a memory, fragmenting the image of self into a kaleidoscope of dreams.
Gaze into the distortion, and you will find yourself, not as you are, but as you imagine, in a world where wonders weave the fabric of the unknown.
Step through the reflection Seek the echoes