1 May 2012
I stare into the mirror, wondering what the other me thinks. I look closer, closer.
"Got you."
The world around me implodes, as me and my mirror image touch. The mirror whirls around, trying desperately to clasp onto each others hands. The world implodes.
I wake up in a dark place, surrounded in swirling smoke, forming images. Images of me.
"You may escape this mirror land,"Says a beautiful, melodious voice coming from all around me,"Once you find the real you.
I whirl around, and the voice laughs, almost giggles. I look desperately around at the smoke shapes, trying to find a real person in the shifting, clammy fog. The images close in, spinning faster, faster, as I run through the mirage. Then I realise.
"It's me."
The mirror once more appears, I whirl once again, but this time manage to clasp hands with my reflection. The world implodes.
I stare into the mirror, searching for the trick. But there is no trick. My reflection is gone.
Smoke And Mirrors • Opuss № I