In the quiet corners of a fading light, there lies a truth. A truth that whispers like the breeze through a cracked window, enticing the senses with stories untold. And while you stand here, through the glass darkly, a maze of thoughts unfolds beneath your feet, each step echoing into the quiet nothingness.
Reflection is not what it seems, nor what it promises. It dances before you like a fleeting specter with no desire to be understood. As you delve deeper into this expanse of glassy darkness, you find that sometimes the end is not the destination, but the journey itself—a winding path that loops and doubles back, revealing more about oneself than the elusive destination.
The maze is not solved but navigated; an endless cycle that mirrors our own paths. Keep wandering here or traverse beyond to discover more.