Do you ever feel like you’ve walked into a room filled with mirrors, from ceiling to floor, wall to wall?
It’s dark, nothing else is visible.
Like a dream.
Fog, mist… its crawling through the room in a muted charade. Keeping you ever in the dark. The very room you’re standing in, feet from the wall, close enough to touch, and yet you can’t see what’s there.
Only the mirrors.
Just the mirrors.
Always the mirrors.