Echo Chamber

In the mirrored halls of the mind, a figure stands alone, A silhouette against the silvered tone. Above, a kaleidoscope of faces stare, A fragmented crowd, a multitude to share. The weight of voices, a cacophony of thought, A vortex of emotions, forever caught. In this labyrinth of reflections, we roam, Seeking the self, in the maze of our own. The subject stands, a dark and mystic form, A vessel for the echoes that forever swarm. The technique weaves, a tapestry so fine, A dance of light and shadow, a story divine. In this chamber of whispers, we find our way, Through the maze of mirrors, to a brand new day. The mood is contemplative, the atmosphere serene, As the figure stands, in the mirrored scene. The colors blend, a palette of earthy tones, A soothing balm, for the soul that's made its home. In this artwork, we find a reflection of our own, A journey through the labyrinth, to a place unknown.