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Octavia said nothing. She stood where the doorway cut her silhouette into the glass and watched herself become a stranger. The reflection wasn’t wrong—just offset by a fraction: an extra blink, a delayed smile. Her hair hung the same way, her jacket bore the same crease as yesterday, but the eyes looking back held a memory she did not own.

She obeyed as if the room were a tidal swell and she was the boat. The lacquer beneath her fingers was warm. The mirror’s surface rippled like a pond where wind had begun to stir. For a breath, she imagined she could step through as one steps into humid summer, barefoot and without luggage. Deeper.24.05.30.Octavia.Red.Mirror.Mirror.XXX.1...

“Take one,” it said. “Try it on.” Octavia said nothing