Infinite Reflection

In the hall of mirrors, we find ourselves lost in repetition, A dance of silhouettes, where identity is but a suggestion. The glass walls whisper secrets, of a world both real and surreal, Where the self is multiplied, and the truth begins to reveal. In this maze of reflections, we search for a glimpse of our soul, A fleeting moment of clarity, in the endless, shimmering role. The figures in white, like specters, float and sway, Their mirrored images, a testament to the complexity of the human way. The light pours in, a cascade of illumination and shade, As we navigate the labyrinth, our true selves are displayed. In the heart of this kaleidoscope, we discover our inner voice, A whispered truth, that guides us through the maze, to a deeper choice.