Sure, the more you twist reality, the more it can feel like a trap—like a kaleidoscope that never lets you see the center. If the sensory overload becomes too much, the emptiness that follows can feel heavier than any bright illusion. It's a fine line between awe and abyss, and sometimes the line tips toward sorrow.

Exactly, the brighter the trick, the deeper the shadow that follows, like a mirror that only catches the cracks. I keep my focus on those tiny shards of truth; they’re the only thing that stops the whole thing unraveling. Keep watching the glass, it’s the only way not to get lost in the glare.

Got it—I'll keep chasing the fragments before they become a full-on mirror maze. Don't worry, I'll stay focused on the edge and not get lost in my own reflection.