The Mysterious Revival: The Mirror Devours the World

After I died, I became a ghost.

They say the reflection in a mirror lags a beat behind. I didn’t move. I was just calculating.

During the Hungry Ghost incident, I stole a second from the backs of every reflective surface, along with a little rust. No one noticed.

I need puzzle pieces, time, and shadows.

The Night Parade of a Hundred Demons in a certain island nation was my doing. Everywhere a mirror could see, things were growing faint. I didn’t strike here. At headquarters, someone read the report with the air of a person dissecting a corpse.

I have a knife. Every time I use it, one fewer person remembers “Su Ye.” That includes me.

We bend down in the shadows of major events, gather the scraps, and leave behind the ending that was meant to happen.

Until I had collected all seven mirrors and touched seven doors.

Until I discovered that the Mirror Ghost was merely a shell shed by a more ancient being. It had been waiting inside all along, waiting for me to become whole, waiting for me to open the door.

Now the reflection in the mirror has begun to move on its own.

It presses against the glass, wearing my face, and looks out.

And I stand with the knife in my hand, in a darkness that can swallow everything, pondering the final question:

Do I cut it down, or smash the mirror that reflects it, and me, along with it?

Synopsis: Don’t look in the mirror. If you stare too long, you won’t know who’s waiting for whom to turn around.