2. The Mirror Takes You

Everything Comes to Light - Choose Your Own Adventure

You reach for the mirror, and it yields. It’s warm, like a living body. There’s a brief resistance, like pushing through a thick web—until it pulls you in. You’re threaded through like silk. For a single heartbeat too long, you are little more than sinewy organics than complete person.

And now, just bits of information; the sound of temperature, color of memory, and at times only a whiff of nostalgia. Nerve endings firing in the wrong order. You feel your pulse as a blinking light in space. Your ribs don’t know where to settle. Something inside you screams in binary—then silence.

Then comes reassembly. You snap back into shape, standing somehow—upright. Your precious feet touch solid ground. But the world around you is wrong, it is drained. Everything is in grayscale, soft-edged, and moving?

You’re in a room obsessed with mirrors—floor to ceiling, infinite recursion. But the glass doesn't reflect you, not entirely. It shows versions of you: one with wet hair coiled like wire and eyes b…