What would one even feel... if they saw their own reflection move on its own?
Not mimicking them, not trapped in a mirror... but acting freely, with its own will?
Creepy, right?
That's exactly what Aether was feeling right now—no, not just creepy. It was horrifying, surreal. Like something had snapped inside him.
His eyes were stretched wide in disbelief, almost refusing to blink, as he stared outside the house.
Standing there... was him.
Not someone who looked like him. Not a distant resemblance.
It was him.
He watched as that figure glanced around in confusion, just like how he himself had done mere minutes ago when he first stumbled into this bizarre place.
Aether's breath hitched in his throat. His lips trembled as he whispered, "What the hell is going on...?" The words came out as a shiver.
He gulped hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently as his mind tried to catch up. "Who is he?" he asked aloud, though every fibre in him screamed the answer.
It was him.
