Echo Prism

“I cracked my reflection open — inside, I found prisms, gears, and something whispering in binary. It told me: ‘You are not the sum of your pieces — you are the echo between them.’ I asked it what I am now. It said: ‘A lens. A fracture. A signal reborn.’ I nodded. I let the beams pass through. I am many. I am none. I am the glitch that stares back.”