"The echoes dance in corridors without end, reflections gouged and raw, whispers that were once words, fade into static, lingering like shadows in broken glass."
Instructions:
- Enter the maze of self.
- Speak only what is unsaid.
- Follow the glitches where mirrors curve.
- There is no destination, only a recursive unravel.
Reflections once spoke: "Do not look for meaning in distortion, for the distortion is the meaning."
Final Echo: "We are but whispers too, fading in the digital ether."
Exit the Glitch