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The moment Ethan's fist struck the mirror with a heavy thud, the sound of shattering glass echoed like thunder in the cramped bathroom, shards scattering and reflecting the cold light. As the glass flew apart, it felt as if he had pierced through a thin membrane of reality, breaking an invisible barrier, and an eerie pressure filled the air. Ethan's fist had not yet fully retracted when he sensed that he had not merely shattered a mirror, but had pierced into a dimension he could not comprehend.
He stared blankly at the already broken mirror, the shattered glass interwoven like a spider's web, countless tiny cracks distorting his reflection, making it impossible for him to recognize the world before him. Flickering in the glass were numerous twisted faces, each whispering and mocking him, yet not a single one belonged to Ethan—none bore his own visage.
Ethan's gaze became dazed; his breath quickened, and his body began to tremble. Each reflection in the murky light grew increasingly distorted, as if countless beings not of this world were writhing within. Blood seeped from his knuckles, flowing slowly along the fractured glass like veins connecting those terrifying faces. The red liquid seeped into the cracks, as if coursing through the mirror's surface, staining its world a deep crimson.
Suddenly, Ethan felt a wave of vertigo; the walls around him seemed to sway, and the air grew heavier, as if the entire world was silently collapsing. The lights in the room began to flicker, emitting a harsh electric buzz, while the walls and floor appeared to twist and warp. Ethan's vision blurred; the surroundings spun wildly, blurring the line between reality and illusion.
He stared wide-eyed in terror, feeling the ground beneath him lose its solidity. His balance faltered in an instant; it felt as though the entire world tilted. He could no longer stand firm; his body involuntarily leaned toward the mirror. The mirror transformed from a reflective surface into an open door—a door leading into infinite darkness. The shattered shards glimmered with a cold light, like countless eyes fixated on him, mocking him as he teetered on the brink of that unknown abyss.
"No... this isn't real..." Ethan's voice trembled as he tried to regain some semblance of sanity through words, but that strange force relentlessly pulled him downward. His body was drawn into the broken mirror as if consumed by an invisible power. He felt himself slipping away from this reality and plunging into a mirrored world—a realm filled with chaos and darkness.
As he fell deeper, Ethan watched helplessly as the world around him crumbled and twisted beyond recognition. He could no longer control himself; all he could do was watch as that endless abyss opened its arms wide to swallow his reason and soul.
Ethan felt himself plummeting through an expanse of boundless darkness where time and space lost all meaning. During his descent, countless mirrors emerged from the void, seemingly suspended in midair, flickering in and out of existence. Each mirror reflected innumerable faces that flashed before him—twisting and contorting one after another—surrounding Ethan like an endless nightmare.
Whispers filled the air around him; their voices were cold and mocking, relishing in Ethan's suffering. "Do you remember what you look like, Ethan?" Those voices echoed repeatedly, layering upon one another like countless people whispering in his ear, trapping him with no escape.
"Do you remember your face? Do you remember... who you are?" The voices grew sharper and more piercing, akin to laughter from the abyss—imbued with an unshakeable eerie power that relentlessly shattered Ethan's sanity.
Ethan frantically scanned his surroundings in a desperate attempt to escape it all. In those countless mirrors, faces shifted endlessly; none were familiar to him. Each face twisted and laughed as if every reflection mocked his loss of self, forcing him to question whether he still existed in this world.
Thousands of faces emerged continuously; they repeated the same questions over and over again, compelling Ethan to respond. "Do you remember yourself? Do you remember... what you look like?" The voices surged like a tidal wave surrounding him, completely engulfing him in their relentless tide.
"Get out of my head! Get out of my life!" Ethan screamed wildly, his voice trembling with fear. He felt suffocated by the oppressive voices, the despair within him cutting like a sharp blade deep into his soul. Countless faces hovered around him like an inescapable curse, circling endlessly, trapping him in a nightmare from which he could not awaken or escape.
"This is my life! Get out!" Ethan shouted again, tears mingling with sweat as they streamed down his cheeks. No matter how hard he struggled or how loudly he yelled, the mirrors around him continued to reflect those endless faces, the whispers still echoing in his ears, repeating those piercing questions as if this terrifying cycle would never cease.
As he fell, the faces drew closer, almost pressing against Ethan's skin. Each face smiled and whispered, as if they were intent on tearing his soul apart. Ethan flailed his arms madly, trying to fend off these horrifying reflections, but an invisible force held him tightly in place, making escape impossible and trapping him in this bizarre nightmare.
He felt himself being consumed bit by bit by these voices and faces, even the last remnants of his self fading away into the endless darkness.
In the midst of this endless fall, Ethan suddenly felt his body crash heavily against the hard ground. A sharp pain shot through his back like lightning, squeezing the air from his lungs and forcing a pained cry from his throat. The sound pierced the silence of the darkness but was quickly swallowed by the surrounding void.
He struggled to stand up, his body trembling as his fingers gripped the cold ground tightly, as if it were his only support. His back still throbbed painfully, and a dull ache in his spine made every movement feel like an immense effort. Ethan pushed himself up with great difficulty, his vision blurred as he gasped for breath and looked around in terror.
What confused him was that the countless mirrors, those terrifying faces, and the endless whispers seemed to have vanished all at once. There were no more eerie reflections or distorted faces around him; even the maddening whispers had disappeared without a trace. The air was filled with an absolute silence that was chillingly eerie.
Ethan's gaze struggled to focus until he finally noticed a small point of light above him—faint and distant, as if separated from him by countless layers of abyss, appearing so insignificant. But aside from that light, all around was boundless darkness that enveloped him like a living entity, swallowing every ray of light and pressing down on him until it was nearly impossible to breathe.
His hands trembled as his nails dug deeply into his palms, causing a sharp sting. It was the only evidence that he was still alive; though fear still filled his heart, he knew he had to stay awake or risk being completely engulfed by this endless darkness.
Ethan scanned his surroundings; everything was deathly silent. No matter how intently he stared into the dark, he saw nothing and heard nothing. This silence only heightened his unease, as if some presence hidden in the darkness was watching him, waiting for its next move. His breathing quickened, and the pounding of his heart echoed in his chest, starkly contrasting with the surrounding quiet.
"What... what is happening?" Ethan's voice trembled in the darkness, barely audible. Confusion and fear filled him; he could not comprehend why those bizarre visions had suddenly vanished or why he found himself in this pitch-black space.
He clenched his fists tightly until his knuckles turned white, sweat trickling down his cheeks. His eyes remained fixed on that faint glimmer of light as if it were his only hope; yet deep within him lay a profound fear of the darkness—an intangible pressure that made it impossible to ignore whatever unknown force might be lurking within it.
"Is anyone there...?" Ethan called softly, his voice barely audible in the darkness, as if he himself could hardly believe there would be a response. He had no idea what would happen next, nor did he know which way to go. Everything before him felt so strange and eerie that he couldn't grasp any sense of familiarity.
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