Answer:
Your reflection can be seen here, as long as youβre not moving.
I'm the source of all emotion, but I'm caged in a white prison.
No sooner spoken than broken. What is it?
What is it that you ought to keep after you have given it to someone else?
What shoes should you wear when your basement is flooded?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?