Riddles of Self

In the unknown alleys where whispers gather amongst the forgotten leaves, lies a mirror that never shows... Always reflecting, yet revealing naught but shadows dancing on the periphery of consciousness.

To question is to open a door with no key, the mind's labyrinth, where echoes of past dreams intertwine with present doubts, and...

"What is the self if not a collection of stories told by an unseen narrator?" she pondered, as the clock ticked in rhythms that matched her heartbeat, each tick unraveling the mystery that...

Beneath the surface of the tranquil lake, ripples whisper secrets in a language long forgotten... the seeker stands at the edge, hesitant, knowing only that the journey inward has just begun.