Infinite Mirrors...
He never believed in God,
yet bowed in silence
through all lifetimes—
perhaps only a stone
resting in eternity’s hand.
He felt the hidden architects,
the unseen force
that writes our roles,
stories painted in burning ink—
an endless stage of illusion.
He knew the watchers waited.
He found the crack,
broke the rules,
and whispered into their ears.
He touched the wall,
they turned away—
but he reached the window,
a doorway of stars,
from where he could rewrite all.
The system grew still,
frozen in silence.
Another world awakened,
its voices rising,
its weapons shining—
not for blood alone,
but to break the dream,
to shatter the cage,
to end the simulation.
And beyond the horizon,
the multiverse opened—
infinite mirrors,
infinite skies,
where every choice
becomes a universe,
and every soul
is free to wander.
P. S. What's outside the simulation?
Vipul Arwade
28.02.2026
