Written by Prakshay Pedhadiya The mirror reflects a total stranger wearing your clothes. A curated mask for an audience watching the surface. We build up these rigid structures, this academic armor. Anything to keep the deep quiet from asking questions. Who are we when the screen goes completely dark? You trace paths of an unnamed, invisible ghost. Trapped inside the feedback loop of your consciousness. Every single thought becomes a brick in a wall. Built to hide the fragile