Infinite Reflections

In the heart of a mirrored hall, figures stand as statues, lost in the labyrinth of their own reflections. The light above, a celestial canvas, casts no shadows, yet the souls within are bathed in the glow of introspection. Each step, a journey inward; each glance, a confrontation with the self. The walls whisper tales of identity, of the masks we wear, and the truths we hide. In this infinite corridor, the line between reality and reflection blurs, leaving the observer to ponder: which self is the true one?