Not an exact mirror, not a perfect reflection, but a twisted, distorted version of himself. Its face was almost right, its features nearly identical, but wrong in ways that sent a chill down his spine. The eyes were too hollow, the expression too empty. It was not just a copy, it was a mockery.
The other figures around it shifted, their forms aligning into the shapes of people he had known. Some were familiar, some were strangers, but all of them were wrong. Twisted versions of the past, the present, and perhaps even the future.
Jude clenched his jaw. He would not let this shake him. He had faced worse.
The mockery of himself tilted its head, as if studying him. Then, it moved.
