7. Idol Hand

Everything Comes to Light - Choose Your Own Adventure

You ball your glowing fist, then drive it into the mirror as hard as you can, as you scream in anticipation of the pain. But the surface ripples inward like liquid pulled into a drain. Not glass, not silver—just like permission. A permission to collapse. As your fist meets it, the mirror convulses once, and every reflective surface in the room follows, bending reality into a spiraling loop of recursion.