Something stepped away from the mirror.

And it didn’t come back.

The world behind the glass isn’t just a reflection.
It’s rebuilding itself.
Room by room. Memory by memory.
And it’s leaving the door open just long enough
for the wrong version to walk through first.

A Root is pulsing.
A shadow is missing.
A whisper is returning.

And not all reflections are content to follow.

ARC 2: Through the Quiet Crack
Drops soon.
Time won’t be on their side.
(And neither will their reflections.)