Echo Chamber
Reflection
In the heart of mirrored halls, she stands alone,
A figure poised, a moment overthrown.
Reflections stretch, a labyrinth to explore,
A path that winds, where shadows roar.
The rose-gold hue, a warm and gentle breeze,
That whispers secrets, of the soul's release.
In this still space, where light and shadow play,
She finds her strength, in a quieter way.
A moment's peace, amidst the mirrored maze,
A reflection of her inner gaze.
The world outside recedes, as she steps in,
To a realm where self-discovery begins.
The mirrored halls, a symbol of the mind,
Where thoughts and dreams, are intertwined.
In this serene and contemplative space,
She finds her voice, and a gentle pace.