Through the infinity of mirrors and the sea of a thousand performers captured in every reflection nobody can tell who is staring back at who as they take on the identity the mirrors and the voice tells them to be.

...until it becomes impossible to tell where their true selves begin, and their roles as circus performers ends.

It is hard to tell who is who anymore as they stare into the infinite corridors of reflections unsure who is who anymore. Those words echo in their minds as infinite as the reflections they get lost in, stop being yourself...