[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[you do that. it shatters beneath you, cracks spidering out as far as you can see.
Suddenly, the fog lifts just enough that you can see your reflection in the broken glass. It smiles, too wide, and arms reach up out of the glass to grab your throat.]
[It distorts, like in a funhouse mirror, laughing as it tries to catch hold of him wherever it can and pull him down, through the glass with it. But since it's cracked, tiny bits of it fall away into what seems like an endless void.]
[You pass through the mirror like the surface of water, with just the lightest feeling of resistance. You fall, and fall, and fall -- and eventually you land in something soft.]
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Suddenly, the fog lifts just enough that you can see your reflection in the broken glass. It smiles, too wide, and arms reach up out of the glass to grab your throat.]
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