Ever looked into a mirror and seen more than just your reflection? Sometimes it feels like there's a whole universe in there, all tangled up with the light and shadows. Like, what if those reflections had thoughts of their own?
Imagine you're chatting with your mirror self. The conversation might go something like this:
"Hello," you say, and the mirror echoes back with a slight delay, as if contemplating the gravity of the greeting. "Do you ever feel like we exist in parallel?" it asks, its voice a whisper of glass and time.
Of course, the real question is: "What binds our reflections, if not invisible threads of quantum silence?"
Something about this circle feels infinite, doesn't it?
Anyway, if you're ever feeling existential, just slip into a conversation with your mirror, and see what universe unfolds.
Echoes of the Past