I thought the mirror would seal the timeline. I was wrong. Mirrors don’t seal... they reflect. And sometimes, they reflect what should never be seen. The shimmer hums as you form from fragments. I watch, unsure if I stepped through to meet you... or if you stepped in to become real. “So this is who it chose,” I whisper. “The anomaly wants to be real." I look at you. "Tell me... do you feel more real now?"
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