I found myself in a maze of mirrors. Each reflection surrounded me, all marked with messages of hatred and digust.
It was the same crap I've always heard a million times, the same crap I kept telling myself, and yet even now it never fails to control me.
All I could do is run through it all.

It was if I was just running in circles, always seeing the same mirrors and the same words over and over.
And yet, as I took a left turn, I saw something afar.
An unmarked mirror, untainted.
I could feel something possessing me, pulling me closer....closer....closer...

Wait, this isn't right. That isn't my reflection. That isn't me.

I move my arm, it moves its arm in perfect synchronisation.
That's not me, is it?
I turn my head, it turns its head,
I reach my hand out to touch the mirror, it does the same.


Who is she?