In the surreal dance of light and shadow, she caught her first glimpse of the reflection that stood not quite still, caught in mid-thought like a story interrupted. The currents here were relentless, coaxing her to peer deeper into the pool of infinite night cloaked in stardust.
"Do you see yourself, or a version twisted far beyond recognition?" a voice echoed without source, sending ripples cascading over surfaces that were supposed to be stable.
With each heartbeat, another layer of reality peeled away. The dream, elusive as whispers of fog at dawn, wrapped around her like a familiar yet forgotten embrace. Here, every reflection is a conversation with oneself, deepening by each wave of the dream tide.
The answer did not need words. Instead, it slipped through the fingers of time, uncatchable, while the funhouse of reflections mocked reality, playfully bending it into something else.