I seemed to be a puppet, controlled by a mysterious force. I couldn't move my eyes. I only saw the closet mirror getting closer and closer to me. My instinct told me that I was in extreme danger, but I couldn't retreat.
The mirror in the pupil continued to expand until my face was close to it, as cold as a scalpel, and the lightning reflection in the mirror was like the cold light of the scalpel. My muscles were spasming, tears were streaming down my face, and fluid was leaking from all my features.