Yet, as I continued to stare, my reflection began to stretch and twist unnaturally. I rubbed my eyes, trying to dispel the weariness. "I'm just tired. There's nothing out of the ordinary here." But horror gripped me as I watched my reflection open its mouth, a grotesque mimicry of my own. Its arms elongated, legs twisted, and its fingers morphed into deadly claws.
I recoiled as the twisted version of myself began to emerge from the tree's mirrored surface, its claws stretching out like dark shadows clawing for freedom. The reflection pressed against the bark, straining to break free, and I felt a chill creep down my spine.
