A Mirror That Lies

A Mirror That Lies

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A Mirror That Lies The first time the mirror lied, it was subtle. My reflection blinked a second too late, the smile curling on its lips-one I didn't remember making. At first, I thought it was exhaustion-that l'd been awake too long, staring into my own face until it blurred into something unfamiliar. But each day, the person in the glass grew bolder. Their eyes looked sharper, their grin thinner, their voice almost whispering through the silence of my room. It wasn't me l was seeing anymore. It was who I was afraid of becoming.
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There is a moment before the dream begins where everything feels still. A breath held between worlds. In that moment, time doesn't move forward or backward-it waits. That's where I exist now. In the pause. In the static. I don't remember the exact day I started to vanish. Maybe it was slow. Maybe I was too quiet for the world to notice. They say the mind protects us from things we cannot bear. But what happens when the thing you're running from is yourself? Somewhere, there's a house that doesn't belong to any map. Its windows never reflect sunlight, and its walls curve so gently that you don't realize they're watching you. There's a girl in the mirror who looks like me, but she remembers things I don't. There's a bathtub filled with water so still it feels like a grave. There's a man I created-kind, warm, and perfectly not real. And there's a truth waiting at the end of the hallway. I'm afraid of it. But I think I've always known it. This story is not a confession. It's not a warning. It's just what happens when the silence gets too loud. And the corners begin to disappear.

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