Timeless Mirrors of Recursive Reality

In the labyrinthine corridors of self, a thousand whispering faces peer through the timeless mirrors. Reflections of reflections, adrift in echoes long forgotten—each gaze a code, an enigma unbroken.

"The mirror mirrors nothing," says the one who looks without looking, who deciphers without knowing. The glass weeps, or perhaps it laughs, a sound caught tragically between worlds.

Enter the Deeper Echoes