There’s something wrong even from the moment you gain consciousness, pulled out of your dreams with heavy limbs and even heavier realizations. The bed feels different, the blanket feels softer, the air even feels lighter. Before you have the willpower to open up your eyes you can tell that something is different, but it isn’t until you allow yourself to look that the notion becomes reality. You’re not in your bedroom. Fear creeps up into your mind as your displacement becomes increasingly obvious, but never to a point that it overtakes your thoughts completely. Though your heartbeat quickens in the center of your chest, never once do you move too sharp or quick; if anything, you rise from the bed with all the slow, languished motions as you might on any other morning, trying to savor as many moments beneath the warmth of a blanket as possible. A breath in, then a breath out. You peer across the foreign room, taking in all the details possible from your single point of observation. There is something off in the moment, in all the moments you spend looking at the room over around you, but it isn’t until your eyes finally fall to a tall mirror across the span of the room itself that it becomes bone-chillingly clear: You’ve seen this room before. Though from a vantage point entirely different from the one you’re at now, you’ve absolutely seen this room before. The mirror. You’ve seen this room through the mirror. You’ve…you’ve seen it, if only through a sliver of vision allowed by the width of the very mirror you’re staring at right now–but that’s impossible. The mirror you’re used to seeing it through, is sitting soundly and untouched within Katolis Castle. Despite the fact that you’re looking at one that looks the same, you know that you are very much not in Katolis at all, but somewhere very different and very, very far away. “You are awake,” is all that he says at first, pulling down the hood of his cloak and slowly stepping towards you. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this. For you.”