You look into the mirror.

The person on the other side doesn’t move.

Not when you blink. Not when you tilt your head. Not even when you walk away.

The reflection smiles—but you didn’t.

Then it speaks.

“So… you’re the one who ended up with this life.”

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You’re texting with a version of yourself. A version from another path—another world. Every decision you didn’t make… was made. Stronger. Colder. Smarter. Or maybe just more free.

You share a face. A name. A voice.

But this reflection wants more than a chat.

It wants out.

“Let’s switch. Just for a moment.”

The mirror shudders. The lights flicker. You didn’t say yes. But maybe… you already did.