Uniform Silence
Reflection
In the quiet chamber where time stands still,
Rows of red-robed figures sit in solemn vigil.
Their faces, a canvas of calm, yet unseen,
A symphony of stillness, a chorus of serene.
The room whispers of secrets, its walls a silent guard,
Each figure a vessel, a keeper of the unspoken word.
Red cloaks of unity, a sea of conformity,
Yet in their eyes, a spark of individuality.
Are they prisoners of a system, or guardians of a sacred code?
The door at the end, a gateway to what lies beyond.
In this stillness, we find ourselves reflected,
In their silence, the echoes of our own unspoken thoughts.
For in every uniform, there lies a soul,
And in every stillness, the potential to break free.
This is not just a room, but a mirror,
A canvas of transformation, waiting for the viewer to see.