Carl worried when his reflection stopped copying him. First it was subtle motions that may or may not have happened. Then there were the rude gestures. Then the hair and clothes changed. Who was this guy?
It wasn’t just one mirror. All his reflections were rebelling against reality. They slowly transformed into a different man. A man who looked sadder but wiser. A man who might have the answers Carl sought.
That was the trap. To envy the new man. Carl refused to comply with his new reflection. He covered the mirrors, and led his own life, happy, if ungroomed.
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