Echo Chamber

In the mirrored halls, reflections stare, A sea of faces, lost in glare. The central figure stands, a solitary form, Amidst the echoes, a quiet storm. The glassy floor, a reflective sea, A maze of images, a world to be. The light above, a diffused glow, A sense of disorientation, as the figures grow. In this endless corridor, a path unwinds, A journey through the self, where identity entwines. The mirrored walls, a labyrinth to explore, A world of reflections, forever in store. The central figure, a guiding light, A beacon in the darkness, a gentle might. The reflections fade, as the figure stands tall, A sense of self, begins to enthrall.