"Hey," a voice called out. "Open your eyes already," the voice persisted, pulling me out of a haze. I struggled to focus, everything initially a blur. "Open your eyes, me," the voice insisted again, and gradually, clarity returned.
I blinked, unable to believe my eyes. There she stood, a perfect reflection of myself. Every detail mirrored mine—from the way she furrowed her brow in confusion to the slight quirk of her lips when she spoke. Questions swirled in my mind, a tempest of uncertainty and disbelief.
"How...?" I started, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to comprehend the surreal scene unfolding before me. How was this possible? Why was I seeing myself?
She stared back at me, her expression a mixture of resignation and familiarity, as if she had anticipated this moment but wasn't entirely prepared for it either.
