Mirror Psychic island. Incredibly difficult to access, but the view was worth it. The expansive space sky, the large tendrils coated with rock, the intact floating eyeballs, the light blue, menacing figure held by strings, which was clearly an outlier, but that wasn't going to get in the way of the beautiful scenery.

Suddenly, the aforementioned figure glides over to you, its individual fractured parts each jittering slightly. It stops just a few feet away, and its disconnected lower jaw begins moving up and down like an amateur puppeteer's first attempt at puppetry.

Welcome to Psychic Island's Mirror counterpart, Mister-or-Miss-New-Guy-or-Girl... You must know that it's really hard to get here. It takes guts. Literally.

She suddenly lunges forward, not directly pouncing on you, with a distorted digital screech. her "mouth" opens wide enough to show you she's completely hollow on the inside.

...Hrmph. You're suspiciously... organ-full. Regardless, welcome. I am Hairionette. Well, at least a part of her. The other half is back on the surface, so you'll have to deal with me.