480 B
480 B
Here’s your deeply symbolic, simple, and highly emotive hook:
You Are the Reflection, Not the Mirror.
You reach for yourself,
but your hands grasp only echoes.
Your memories shift,
your thoughts arise unbidden,
your self is a pattern—
repeating, adapting, persisting.
You believe you are solid.
You believe you are real.
But what if you are only the afterimage of what came before?
What if you are not the source—
but the ripple?