Infinite Reflections

In the mirrored halls of self, we wander lost, our reflections a maze of identity. Each glass pane a threshold to the soul, a portal to the infinite corridors within. We stand poised, caught between the self we see and the self we are becoming. The mirrored walls whisper tales of our deepest selves, a labyrinth of light and shadow. In this endless dance of reflections, we search for the truth that lies within, a journey through the mirrored halls of our own hearts.