Echo Chamber

In the heart of stillness, a reflection stares back, A mirrored maze where shadows softly stack. The bowls, like sentinels of serenity, stand guard, Empty, yet filled with the whispers of the heart. The marble floor, a canvas of subtle might, Reflects the dance of light, a gentle, ethereal sight. The mirrors, portals to the soul's deep sea, Invite the gaze inward, to the mystery. In this quiet space, the self is revealed, A labyrinth of introspection, where truths are concealed. The light, a gentle guide, illuminates the path, Through the corridors of the mind, where echoes craft. A sanctuary of contemplation, where the heart finds rest, In the stillness, the beauty of the self is etched. The void within the bowls, a symbol of potential, Awaiting the touch of creation, the spark that makes it real. In this space, the boundaries blur, and the infinite unfolds, A journey inward, where the depths of the soul are told.