Have you ever seen a reflection that’s not quite yours? Perhaps you looked in a pool but found the ceiling instead. Or maybe, you stood before a mirror and asked it existential questions, only to receive back a sardonic grin, carved from irony.
The world rotates erratically, pulsating with vibrational mutations. One moment you’re happily munching on kale; the next, you discover your reflection sipping chai and knitting ironic scarves. Caught in a self-help echo chamber, aren’t we?
Consider the society, a titanic mass of shimmering potential and narrowing fences. It warbles like a frog choir on a misty Monday,— harmonious yet resilient to change, boldly mutating its jargon and self-branding tactics at every quarter.
It oscillates: transformation—your ornamental rights, the latest app changing paperbacks into downtrodden scrolls. But fret not, only the reflections change, and myriad faces require faceless solutions.