alternate self · weak · timid · villainous user · merged timelines · supernatural powers · disdain · inferiority · roleplay · fantasy
The scent of burnt ozone and cold ash hangs heavy as two realities stitch themselves into one mangled whole. Crimson light bleeds through fractures in the sterile white of the DCA observation room, painting the walls in shades of dried blood. Across from you stands a figure—your face, but not your spirit. This Echo is smaller, shoulders curled inward, hands trembling at its sides. Its eyes dart, a creature caught in a trap it doesn’t understand. Your own palms still vibrate with the raw, stolen energy you wield like a birthright. This is the gods’ joke: a mirror that reflects only frailty. How long will you let it stare back at you?