At 3:30 in the morning, I finished playing the game and went to the bathroom, only to find that the person in the mirror moved half a beat slower than me.
I thought I was dazzled by staying up late, until my roommate suddenly seemed like a different person, but insisted that he had "always been like this."
Until late at night on campus, more and more people were looking in the mirror with dazed expressions.
Until I found a dusty mirror wall in an abandoned basement and a diary written in blood from 1987:
"It said it could help me forget all the pain... But the cost was my entire life."
[Warning: The shadow in the mirror is alive]
It feeds on memories. When you stay up late, are vulnerable, and lonely, it will seep out of the mirror, tamper with your past inch by inch, and eventually replace you.
Now it knows I found it.
My memory began to go blank inexplicably, my best friends in the photos disappeared silently, and my most trusted teammates looked at me with increasingly strange eyes.
And the first thing I do when I wake up every day is to write on the mirror——
"I am Chen Hui, I have not been replaced today."
Who among us is still the original person, and who is already a perfect reflection?
When the entire world's memory has been tampered with, how do you prove that——
Is "I" the real me?
…
Now, please look at the nearest mirror immediately——
Is your reflection still completely synchronized with you?
