A room where darkness has fallen.
Only a single, dim ray of light spread across the wall and soaked the mirror.
I was standing in front of it.
And in it I saw myself looking at myself.
The me in the mirror didn't waver at all.
He looked at me with empty eyes, silently.
The gaze was so deep that I felt like something was being sucked into it.
I raised my hand and touched the mirror.
Beyond the glass, I also raised my hand.
But it didn't reach.
Does the mirror reflect me or swallow me?
I asked in a whisper.
"Why is it so empty?"
The me in the mirror opened my mouth with a blank expression.
"You are the one who is empty."
My heart froze at those words.
"I..." I tried to deny it, but
I searched inside myself but couldn't find any reason for it.
Maybe that's right. There's nothing inside me now.
Everything was far away.
The people who loved me, the dreams I wanted to achieve,
Even my own memories.
When I tried to hold it in my hand, it scattered like dust,
When I tried to recall it, it disappeared into the fog.
In the end, all that was left was me and the me in the mirror.
I bit my lip.
"What do you want?"
I smiled at myself in the mirror.
The smile was slightly twisted.
"I want you to fill me."
I clenched my hand.
"What do you want me to fill it with?"
"Everything."
The me in the mirror returned with a blank expression.
"Everything you've emptied without even knowing it."
At that moment, I felt something slipping out of me.
I remembered those long-ago moments.
Words that couldn't be said, moments that couldn't be captured,
Pieces of me spilled on the road I passed by.
It was as if they all came together to create the image of me in the mirror.
The mirror no longer reflected only my face.
Inside there was a universe full of things I had lost.
I wanted to break the mirror.
But at the same time I knew.
That breaking the mirror won't bring me back.
Even in the shattered fragments, I must face myself.
"You will eventually swallow me."
I muttered with difficulty.
The me in the mirror said.
"Then you must find a reason to survive."
As soon as those words were spoken, the me in the mirror slowly disappeared.
But the emptiness remained.
Something cold and endlessly deep, beyond the reach of the fingertips.
I lowered my head.
The me in the mirror has disappeared, but the emptiness
Eventually, it will reappear every time I face myself.