"Uh, this is incredibly uncomfortable," Ted noted.
He observed the way Eric's facial features seemed to be just a bit off. Where there had once been natural harmony, dissonance ruled. It did feel like it was wrong to interact with the reflection of the wizard, like the high cor was committing aesthetic treason.
"And no wonder," Eric admitted. "It is supposed to be weird. Have you ever seen your own forehead? Or your eyes, for that matter? Neither has anyone else...well...unless they are royally crazy, of course. You have just seen the inverted version of them, or, if you are financially lucky, then you have seen them in a painting. Have you ever thought about that?"
"No, but I have now, and I hate you, Eric," the cult leader groaned.
The wizard cackled and ran his fingers through his flawless beard.
