I stand in a crystalline landscape, the colorful light beautifully shining in every possible and impossible color, mesmerizing anyone seeing it.
A figure is in front of me.
No face, no features, no recognition, but I know it is another me.
Motionless, we stand opposite each other when I raise my hand.
The figure follows and raises its hand, mirroring me.
I take a step closer, and the figure follows.
I lean to my left and watch as the figure does the same.
I straighten up and try to touch it.
The figure mirrors me, and our fingertips come into contact, the razor-sharp crystal drawing blood from me.
My other hand, formed into a fist, tried to punch it only to meet a crystal fist, shattering my bones.
I step back, and this time, the figure takes a step forward, doing the opposite of my action.
I step back, and again, instead of mirroring me, it takes a step toward me.
