What does it mean if not to shatter, a prism spilling dreams on wet pavement, illuminating the unsaid?
To consider origins is to meditate on shifting weights, constructing illusions, where reasons dissolve in a void of reflection.
Refraction leads us to the edge of thought; can we deny that half our existence exists beneath the threshold of clarity?
Look through the mirrors, you shall find the universe folding into itself, a tapestry losing its threads one by one.