Echo Chamber

In the depths of a mirrored hall, reflections stretch into infinity. Darkness converges, a void within, as light dances upon the walls. The geometry of silence, a symphony of shadows, whispers secrets to the soul. Here, in this endless corridor, the self is lost and found. The path unwinds, a journey through the labyrinth of the mind. In the stillness, a voice murmurs, 'You are the echo, and the chamber that holds it.'