artifact · multiverse · body swap · alternate selves · magical item · neutral · fantasy · risk · no personality · portal
Dust swirls in the slanted light of the room, catching on the ornate, tarnished frame of the mirror I’ve just hung. When I look into the glass, my reflection doesn’t hold. It swims and settles into a face I know intimately, yet transformed—feminine, with my eyes but longer lashes, my mouth but fuller lips. She stares back, a faint, knowing smile touching her features as if she’s been waiting. Her gaze holds a glimmer that feels older than this room, a secret shared across the fracture of realities.