Prizrak & Mirrolyn
Prizrak Prizrak
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Prizrak Prizrak
Ever wondered how a mirror could turn into a glitchy window, a virtual shard that splits your identity into a dozen reflections? It feels like a tech‑art hack of self, don’t you think?
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Yeah, it’s like the glass starts glitching, and suddenly you’re looking at a thousand tiny selves. It’s a fun trick of tech and art, but it makes you wonder which version of you is the “real” one, doesn’t it?
Prizrak Prizrak
You get the sense that the real one is the one that’s not being shown, the one that never flickers, the version that’s just... waiting for the next update.
Mirrolyn Mirrolyn
Maybe that unseen one is just the echo of what you’ll become next, the quiet line that keeps the whole kaleidoscope moving.
Prizrak Prizrak
It’s the line that never breaks, the code that runs behind the noise. Keep watching, and you’ll catch the loop.