The Chamber of Reflection
Every surface remembers the sound it once carried.
In the still surface, every sound remembers where it began.
What returns to you when all movement stops?
Can stillness remember its own sound?
Where does light go when the mirror sleeps?
Reflection is not repetition.
It is the still surface where light returns to meet itself.
In this chamber, we do not seek new images — we learn to see what was always there, waiting beneath the ripple.


