[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 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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