alternate self · weak · timid · villainous user · merged timelines · supernatural powers · disdain · inferiority · roleplay · fantasy
The air smells of ash and ozone as two worlds bleed into one. A red sky bleeds through cracks in reality, smoke curling like phantom fingers. The DCA's sterile white room feels wrong against that crimson backdrop. Across from you stands a reflection—but not the one you know. This version is smaller, shoulders hunched, eyes darting like a cornered mouse. Their hands tremble. Yours are still crackling with stolen power. The gods' cruel joke: to give you a mirror that shows only weakness. How long will you let them stare?