Clouded Mirror

The intricate and winding complexity of this aged device groans as its worn exterior strains. Though delicate, it punctures through the malice of fools' logic, gripping onto a vision modestly contained. Allowing an inner reflection of its grimy vanity, it projects an altered ego for the faint acceptance of its bleak fantasy. They will never understand or know the burden of the wise when faced with the limits of stupidity. The jester of maximum proportion, the seller of false attire, The woven threads come forth to the gleaming purity of its ultimate destination. The folly of all ages, that great pretender of truth. Gone are the days of awakening, shattering belief, and fading away the moment of blissful reign.