The War Within

The Mirror's Whisper is the voice behind the creation.
This is what The War Within has to say:

There is a war inside you.
You already know this.

Not the kind that shouts—
the kind that waits.
That bleeds quietly.
That you carry everywhere, even when you smile.

The mind always speaks first
“Stay here.”
“Be smart.”
“Stay where applause is guaranteed.”

It makes sense.

And God, how much you’ve tried to make sense.

You’ve folded yourself into logic
so many times
you forgot what your shape used to be.

But sense is not the same as peace.
And you know that too.

Then comes the beat
It doesn’t speak.

It shakes.
It burns.
It aches.

It doesn’t tell you what to do—
it asks if you remember.

“Is this really it?”
“Is this the life you promised yourself?”

You hear it.

But it doesn’t come with proof.
Only a pulse.
A rawness.
A pull.

But fear is fluent
“You don’t have enough money.”
“They’ll leave.”
“You’ll fail.”

It’s convincing, isn’t it?

How it sounds like your voice.
How it uses your mother’s tone.
Your father’s silence.
Your culture’s shame.

So what now?
Do you choose the voice that kept you safe—
or the one that never stopped shaking?

Do you honor the traditions
that built your prison—
or the feeling
you’ve buried beneath decades of being “reasonable”?

There’s no right answer here.
Only one that leaves you dead while breathing,
and one that burns everything you thought you were.

You already know which one you’re avoiding.

And maybe—
it’s time to ask yourself why.

Choose now.
Because if you don’t—
you will wake in ten years
and not recognize your own reflection.

You will hear a voice laugh in your chest,
and it will not be joy.
It will be grief.
Grief for all the songs you never sang.
Grief for all the oceans you never swam.
Grief for the self you exiled
in the name of being acceptable.

But if you leap—
you will not land where you think.

You will land where you’ve always belonged:
in the center of your own becoming.

Raw. Unplanned. Infinite.

Not a product of perfection,
but a testimony of truth.

So go.
Not because it’s easy—
but because your soul is already halfway there,
screaming at the edge of your ribcage:

“I didn’t come here to watch.
I came here to burn.”

i love you,
bv

This is not art for the walls. It is a confrontation with the silent war we each carry— between logic and longing, between who we are and who we pretend to be. Each Mirror is created as a visual and philosophical artifact. It’s not mass-produced, nor limitless. It exists as a single-edition piece, meaning what you receive is yours—and only yours. What’s Included: + Acrylic Mirror Artwork + 20 x 20 inches (50 x 50 cm) + Premium, high-gloss acrylic + UV-protected for long-lasting clarity and symbolism + Ready-to-hang mount included — no framing required + Signed Manuscript + Printed excerpt of the original text that inspired the piece + Hand-numbered & signed by Benjamin Viulet + Certificate of Authenticity + Individually matched to your piece Each Mirror is crafted to order, with care, intention, and precision. Please allow 2–4 weeks for the creation of your piece— a quiet process that cannot be rushed, for what is made to last must first be made with presence. Shipping times vary by destination, and each parcel is sent with tracking and insurance, so that from our hands to yours, your Mirror travels safely—ready to meet you where you are. As each edition is made uniquely for its recipient, all sales are final. We do not offer refunds— not out of policy, but out of respect for the integrity and rarity of this offering.

“i couldn't stop staring at it. the words pierced something inside me—especially the line about grief laughing in your chest. i knew that voice. i had lived with it for years. this artwork made me confront everything i'd buried. i tattooed the war within on my arm. not as decoration—but as a vow. i'll never forget again.” - Mery “i didn't cry when i saw it—i froze. because that's what i've been doing my whole life: floating in the middle. never choosing. never letting go of either rope. this image? it didn't speak. it accused. and i knew, immediately, that my indecision was the most violent choice i'd ever made.” - Bruce “the moment i saw the boy underwater, holding both the brain and the heart, i felt my entire body scream. i realized that was me. has always been me. trying to keep both happy. trying not to drown. this isn't an image. it's a mirror. a warning. a memory of the moment before you finally choose.” - Daniel “i stared at it and felt 15 again. the first time i betrayed what i truly wanted just to be 'smart.' now i'm 38. and still holding both ropes. i don't know what changed, but this artwork tore something open. it didn't tell me what to do. it reminded me that i'm the one who's been waiting” - Lucy