A mirror, cracked in your own hands. Each shard shows a different face — and all of them are you.
You ask, “Is this the truth?” But the mirror never answers — it only reflects what you’re willing to see.
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So keep asking. Keep breaking mirrors. Truth isn’t something you find — it’s something you become.
Written as a Luziferian echo of Socratic doubt. Truth is not a destination, it’s a confrontation — a rebellion against illusions. This is for those who dare to break mirrors and question what they see