Infinite Reflections

In a realm of mirrored halls, silhouettes roam free, Lost in a labyrinth of glass and symmetry. Their footsteps echo, a gentle, solemn hush, As they traverse the expanse, in contemplative rush. The ceiling's grid, a geometric sky, Stretches above, a canvas of light and high. The walls, a gentle gradient, softly gleam, A backdrop for the figures, a serene, dreamlike theme. Their reflections dance, a mirrored play, A choreographed ballet, in a world of gray. The atmosphere is calm, a stillness deep, A sense of unity, in a space where all can meet. In this vast, white room, they find their place, A moment's peace, in a world of busy pace. The image whispers secrets, of a world untold, A realm of introspection, where stories unfold.