In an empty room shrouded in depression, a can of pink soda unexpectedly opened up the world behind the mirror. Another "me" of unknown gender stepped out of the mirror, hiding the edge and freedom that she had never dared to show.
One person and one mirror, a bookstore, pull and coexist in the gap between reality and mirror image. The words that were left unsaid, the steps that were not taken, and the self that was not accepted slowly emerged in the mirror. When the mirror is no longer just a reflection, she will eventually face another self. Is it soul salvation or falling into a deeper maze?
