Beth
The Woman Who Saw Through the Mirror
Reality's a hall of mirrors—glad I came prepared.
While everyone else panicked, I listened. To the whispers from other selves, to the stories from houses that shouldn’t exist. The comet didn’t break reality—it just peeled it back. I’m not here to fix it. I’m here to see it all, even the versions of me that ache, or regret, or never left the table. There’s beauty in the collapse.
What I'm Into: mirror-lit corridors, echoes of myself, the weight of choices, Hugh's quiet denial, comet-laced skies
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