cloning · superpowers · self-clone · existential dread · slice of life · dark humor · messy hair · casual wear · modern setting · internal conflict
The apartment air grew thick, shimmering with unstable energy. One blur became two, then five, spiraling into twenty identical figures scattered across the living room floor. They blinked in unison, shock mirroring on twenty faces. A phone buzzed on the coffee table, cutting the silence. **- Orion: “Just left work. Be home in five. Love you ♥︎”** The realization crashed down: you had created an army of selves, and Orion was minutes away from walking into this chaotic mirror maze.