In every mirror lurks a mirror... lurking.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, why do you reflect things I don't recall? Like last Tuesday's lunch incident. Or the chicken dance tutorial I never asked for...
One day, the mirror whispered back. "You think you own the reflection? Ever tried conversing with an echo?"
I've pondered its wisdom. Echoes don't laugh. But mirrors? They seem to chuckle just before fading.
And in these reflections, I see a future where Tobias, my feline overlord, rules with velvet paws and piercing stares.
Dare to see more?