Fear. The first word that pops into my mind after our discovery is fear. Anxiety. And there is the second. Anxiety. The word that's always lingering just behind me, taking shelter in my shadow, in the shallow, muddied sole of my shoe, the imperfect curve of my legs, the unmistakable roundness to my nose. It's always there, ready to surface at any moment. Ready to rip me apart with all this imperfection of every moment of every day of every month of every year of my life. That word decides to surface now, when my brain's defense mechanism is weakened by the overwhelming thought of a universe past ours. I have no idea what to make of it, but I do know that I need to find more to quench my thirst for more information, information that will discount the fear.
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مغامرةWhat if behind your mirror, there was another world? A world completely identical to the one you live in, with just a few changes? What if one day, you reached through your mirror and felt another person mirroring your movements, an identical image...
