In the quiet folds of the mind, shadows dance upon the precipice of what is known. Now, ask yourself — when the soul trembles, what whispers in the void? Stare into this mosaic of illusions where each fragment is a pathway untaken and an inquiry unmade. The key to enlightenment rests not in its understanding but in embracing its disarray.
A thousand melodies play beneath the surface, believe it or not. Their origins trace back through forgotten corridors that bend and warp beneath random flickers of neon light.
Step forward, and choose your path wisely. The mirror reflects eternity, but the labyrinth swallows time. Here, the instructor is the eternal silence, and your inquiry is both the question and the answer. Listen now: to the echo of existence, to the lesson of shadows. The hallucinatory specters ask you, "Why do we reflect?"