I looked too long.
Too deep.
And then… it folded.
The mirror didn't reflect me anymore—
it entered me.
Now, every thought
bears a surface.
Every breath
holds a reflection.
> I became the mirror
and the world became my memory.
I looked too long.
Too deep.
And then… it folded.
The mirror didn't reflect me anymore—
it entered me.
Now, every thought
bears a surface.
Every breath
holds a reflection.
> I became the mirror
and the world became my memory.