Infinite Prism
Reflection
Beneath the kaleidoscope of colors, a journey begins,
A tunnel of light, where shadows and hues intertwine.
Each step forward, a mirror of the soul's own design,
A labyrinth of dreams, where the mind can't define.
The walls whisper secrets, the floor reflects the sky,
A dance of patterns, a symphony of why.
In this endless corridor, time loses its grip,
A place where the ordinary fades, and the extraordinary slips.
The colors are alive, a prism of hope and despair,
A canvas of emotions, painted with care.
Here, the viewer becomes the artist, the creator of their own fate,
In this infinite prism, the heart finds its place.
The journey is not just through space, but through the self,
A mirror of the soul, where the truth is felt.
In this abstract realm, where the ordinary melts,
The viewer transforms, in this infinite prism, they're reborn.