"Well, well, finally reached 1000 followers?" the reflection quipped, appearing within a dreamscape that mirrored Alex's old bedroom, a familiar and comforting space.
Alex looked around, his eyes heavy not only in reality but also within the dream. "This is..."
"Yep, your inner realm," the reflection answered.
"...this is my room back in my world," Alex observed, nostalgia washing over him.
"Feeling nostalgic, are we?" the reflection asked, a hint of amusement in its voice.
Alex found himself sitting on his old bed, small but comforting with its familiar scent. He lay back, his eyelids drooping.
"Oi, don't fall asleep! I need to tell you something," the reflection scolded, a hint of frustration in its tone.
"Just tell me," Alex mumbled, already half-asleep.
"...With this many followers, you can now easily send people to heaven or hell, regardless of whether you like them or not," the reflection explained.