This mirror reflects more than just my image—it reveals a version of myself I could become but never will. It conjures dreams I chase in sleep, if sleep comes at all. The visions feel so vivid. I wake up in a gray room, surrounded by glass screens showing different moments from my past—some painful, some joyful, all shaped by my choices. I see a perfect version of myself—amazing, capable of so much, doing everything I aspire to. Yet, I can't help feeling I’ll never reach that level. Did I make the right decisions? Or did I miss something? Why do I still lack the wings they seem to have? Why do I keep watching these screens every night? I already know I’m a failure—it's clear enough. Just for tonight, I ask: stop this torment.
