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(🥩🪬🌻) The mansion, perhaps-or at least its cracked shell-showed shimmering walls like it wasn't quite solid and fluttered inside and out.

It was tall and thin one 🫀
moment, then in the next,
it was almost squatting low.

🥦🩸👀 The air around it
buzzed, like a shock of
electricity about to hit.

It didn't look like anything they had ever seen but yet seemed like everything. It called to them.
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#Thepull. It was irresistible. They had to go closer. Each step felt like they were walking on air-as if at any moment they might float away-but the pull was stronger than any notion of fear or confusion. 🥩🦻👀 They could not say it right with their words. It was as if their heart tugged them forward, urging their legs to keep moving even when every part of them screamed that they shouldn't.
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The #closer they got, the more the whole space around them warped. 🪬🫀🥦 The ground bent, like gravity didn't work right. The building's doors swung open—creaking, like they'd been waiting for them.
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Inside was a #mess. But it wasn't a mess. 🌻🥦🫀 It was alive. The walls were soft, squishy in places, like they might burst open if you touched them. The floor was covered in dust-or maybe it wasn't dust. It was something else. 🤓🩸👀 Something like sand, but not. The ceiling stretched upward in impossible ways, with beams of light cutting through it like fingers, but the beams didn't stay still. They shifted, they bent. Nothing was still.
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🫀🥦🤓 And in the center of the room, the mirror. It was large. Huge. The kind of mirror you might get lost in. They didn't want to look at first, didn't want to know what they might see. 🦷🪬🦻 But it wasn't a wish they could grant themselves. They approached the glass. And what happened when they looked? The reflection was not them.

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(🦷🥩🌻) Not as they'd anticipated, anyhow. It wasn't a reflection at all. It was more like… an echo of them, yet not the one they knew.

This mirror didn't show them
the "real" version of themself,
the one that they'd been
taught to expect. 🪬🩸🦻

#No. This mirror showed them everything-every possibility, every version of themselves that had never existed but could.
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(🥩🦷🤓) They had seen themselves as a thousand things: flowing, shifting, never staying the same.

In one moment, they were sharp, their edges cutting through everything. 👀🥦🐆 The next, they were soft, almost dissolving into the air around them. And then there were those moments they couldn't even recognize, flashes of someone they'd never met, but who felt like they knew them so well.
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