Reflections of the Forgotten
Her room.
Where her childhood memories are—where her younger self once lived.
She walks through the corridor as the floor creaks; the old, damp wood beneath her feet squelches with every step. The broken pieces of the rusted handrail hang loosely, echoing her movements.
Nostalgia peaks as she reaches for the door handle.
Her entire childhood lies on the other side.
Her young world is still there.
But something is off...
Something is not right.
As she opens the door, she is pulled into another world—not physically, but mentally.
There is a presence.
Something that isn’t human.
There is no life.
It never claimed to be.
She glances at the old walls, untouched by anyone for over a decade.
Her eyes lock onto her once-favorite possession:
Her mirror.
The one her lovely granny gave her.
A film of oil and debris clings to its surface.
But somehow... the reflection is clear.
As she moves toward it to see herself, her heart throbs.
Chills run through her entire body.
Each step feels like it takes a lifetime.
Everything around her is changing—
A change she doesn’t realize.
She falls into a trance.
As she looks into the mirror, she’s confused.
There is another presence in the room.
It’s dark.
It looks human...
But she knows it’s not.
She tries to turn.
But she can’t.
It wants to show her something.
She struggles for a moment—
Then glances around... through the mirror.
She is stunned.
As she observes more closely,
She realizes:
It’s none other than her younger self,
Standing behind her.
