Echo Chamber

In the mirrored halls of glass and light, figures stand, a frozen, silent sight. Reflections upon reflections play, a maze of selves in endless gray. The space is vast, yet feels confined, a paradox of freedom and design. Each figure stands alone, yet connected, in this dance of solitude, unspoken. The light, a misty veil, descends, softening edges, blending friends and foes. In this realm, the self is lost and found, within the labyrinth of mirrored ground. A place where identity is both clear and vague, where the path to self is through the reflected stage. Here, we find our true, our ghostly selves, in the stillness of this glassy, endless wealth.