Do you see yourself as you think you do? If a mirror could speak, would it tell tales of alternate selves, trapped always on the brink of our own existence? Each reflection, a whisper of the "what might have been", lurking with unseen possibilities.
The shadows speak not on behalf of light but of absence, creating conspiracies of dimensions where you have never stepped but have always been destined to.
In the darker corners of the mirror's edge, theories abide—where the self is both you and not you, existing in parallel rooms of your mind. Imagine stepping through, only to find an echo playing the same haunting tune, slightly out of phase.
Could it be that time and space are simply dimensions of reflection, bending views in ways our eyes perceive but understand not? Theories of shadow worlds spin on the axes of curiosities unchecked.