It started on an ordinary day. I was brushing my hair, gazing at my reflection, when something in the mirror caught my eye. There, just beyond my own face, was a glimmer—almost like a ripple on the surface of water. I leaned in closer, peering into the glass, and saw… a world. Not just my reflection, but an entire landscape stretching out like a hidden universe.
I couldn’t look away. Instead of my bedroom behind me, there was a forest drenched in mist, trees twisted and reaching, with shadows dancing under their branches. In that moment, the mirror no longer felt like an object; it was a doorway, a threshold to something unknown. My heart raced with a strange mix of fear and excitement as I extended a hand toward the glass. My fingertips brushed the surface, and it rippled like water, beckoning.
Without fully thinking, I stepped forward, and suddenly, I was through. The air on the other side was thick and filled with the scent of earth and moss. The forest was silent, holding its breath as if waiting for me. Leaves rustled above, yet there was no breeze. The world beyond the mirror was alive but different—like it held secrets no one had dared discover.
I walked deeper into the forest, feeling a strange pull, an invisible thread guiding me forward. The colors around me were vivid but slightly off, as if painted in tones from a forgotten dream. Shadows shifted around me, and at times, I thought I could hear whispers, faint and fleeting, like voices calling my name.
As I ventured further, I came across a pool of water with an eerily familiar reflection gazing back. It was me—but somehow different, like a version of myself from a distant memory or a forgotten dream. This version of me seemed wiser, with eyes that held stories I hadn’t yet lived. I stared into my own gaze, feeling a strange comfort and longing.
Then, the world beyond the mirror began to fade. The forest dimmed, the colors softened, and I felt myself being drawn back. I took one last look at the reflection staring back at me—a reminder that there was more to me, to life, than what was visible on the surface. And just like that, I was back in my room, standing in front of the mirror, my own familiar reflection looking back.
But I knew now that behind every reflection was a hidden world, a mystery waiting to be explored. And maybe, just maybe, all I had to do to return was believe.