"Hello? Is anyone out there, in that dimension?" a voice echoed, eerily soft and familiar. I approached the misty surface. "Seems like this mirror's had its share of secrets," I thought.

The mirror flickered, a glitch in reality. "Time's a slippery thing, doesn't slip easily through here." A faint smirk appeared, or was it a frown?

I recalled the times whispered truths tangled with unspoken fears, while reflections whispered back our faults. "Ever just... stared yourself in the eye, only to meet three selves behind you?" she asked, her tone a curious enigma.

"Maybe once, maybe thrice," I replied, almost conspiratorially.