Symmetrical Void

In the mirrored halls of modernity, a reflection stares back, A dance of shadows, a waltz of light and lack. The windows, like empty eyes, gaze into the soul, A repetitive rhythm, a symphony of stone and glass. The floor, a canvas, polished and serene, Reflects the beauty, the cold, the machine. A pathway forward, into the unknown, A journey through the mirrored throne. In this world of symmetry, we find our place, A balance of light, a harmony of space. The architecture whispers secrets, of a world untold, A story of humanity, young and old. In the stillness, we find our voice, A reflection of our deepest choice. To step into the void, or turn away, To face the future, come what may.