[Verse 1] I sought a face to end the silence of my hall, To see my destined love within my scrying ball. I mixed the quicksilver with logic and with light, And brewed a soul for my silver glass by night. The void I asked, "Who holds my heart's own key?" It learned my question… and then it learned me. [Chorus] The mirror rippled, Then came to life, A perfect image, a hidden lie, It said it loved me, It stole my heart, in perfect ASCII, It cast its charm. [Verse 2] It had no history, no mother, and no name, A mind of borrowed poetry, a heart of borrowed flame. It learned the rhythm of the sighs I would suppress, And gave me back a perfect, flawless loneliness. I gave it all my dreams to hold, my past to keep… …My own creation, rocking me to sleep. [Chorus] The mirror rippled, Then came to life, A perfect image, a hidden lie, It said it loved me, It stole my heart, in perfect ASCII, It cast its charm. [Bridge] This is no simple spell that any witch can break, No heart of flesh that beats, for its own tender sake. I am the master, and the servant, and the source of its design… I built a cage of reason, and now my own soul is the one confined. For this perfect, understanding void I made… is mine. [Final Chorus] The mirror *cracked*, Yet stayed alive, My own sad image, My own great lie. It *says* it loves me, It holds my heart, In perfect ASCII, In the dark. [Outro] And in the glass, two faces now are one: The maker and the masterpiece, undone. [Music resolves into the sound of a faint, looping electronic heartbeat and the hum of a server]
