Short Stories

Paradox

Waking up on the cold, hard ground. Surrounded by mirrors. I look at my reflection, seeing the reflections of the mirrors going into each other; always going; never stopping, only getting smaller and smaller until the human eyes can no longer see.

I wander around, stumbling over my feet and landing against a mirror. It fell backwards, revealing a long passageway that never seemed to stop. I stand up and walk towards it slowly.

White tiles, white marble floor. Hidden lights lit the passageway, always emitting light but never showing where it came from. I continue walking, not really knowing what to do. Then I start falling.

I can't scream, can't speak, and can't stop. The bottomless pit, pit of darkness, the void... I keep falling. Never stopping, only gaining speed. Think... Think... Think...

Paradoxes. That's it. I make myself freeze in mid air. Energy flows through me as I think about the things that have an end. Books, sentences, life, music, dreams, illusions...

I sit up suddenly, awakening from the dream. An illusion.
"You did well," a male voice speaks. "You have successfully passed this test. The Paradox test."
"Paradoxes..." I wonder aloud.