Welcome to the elusive Pond of Mirrors where every reflection is a haunting invitation to meet yourself—again. Have you brought your own ghosts?
Stepping stones or stepping back?
Is it the whisper of your dreams, or merely the echo of your last Netflix binge?
Caught between the now and the never-was, your reflection chuckles softly, dripping irony.
Once upon a reflection, they said “mirror, mirror”, but this pond rippled with unanswered questions:
Why are you here?
What would your reflection say about your reflection?
And if a mirror falls in the forest, does it shatter your ego?
Whispering Reflectors Mirrorless Forest Echo of Introspection