Tourists loved the Mirror Room. An art installation, they said. A room of endless reflections. Stand in the middle, and you’d see infinite versions of yourself stretching into forever.
When Callie stepped inside, the guide smiled oddly and shut the door behind her.
She walked to the center. Her reflections moved with her, as expected.
Then one of them didn’t.
The version directly across the room tilted its head—just slightly out of sync.
Callie froze.
The reflection smiled.
She didn’t.
She turned to leave, but the door was gone. Just smooth, mirrored walls.
From all sides, her reflections started to grin.
Except her.
She backed away, panicked.
Then—click.
The mirror version stepped forward…
and so did the others.
On the outside, the guide reopened the door for the next visitor.
Callie stood in the center, smiling politely.
She moved like a reflection.
But she wasn’t the original anymore.