In a world where echoes become the symphony of the damned, let us listen to the mirror's whisper. It tells tales not of heroes, but of mediocrity draped in the finest cloaks of irony.
Reflection 1: The mirror reflects a man in a suit. "I am successful," he boasts to his shadow, unaware that his reflection wears nothing but underpants and uncertainty.
Reflection 2: The mirror scoffs at the influencer with a filtered smile. "Like my post," she commands, yet the mirror knows her likes are as hollow as her hashtags.
Reflection 3: The CEO gazes into the glass, "Profit margins are my life's blood," he says, while the mirror reveals the truth: margins are made of blood, sweat, and an unfortunate abundance of quick fixes.