with otherworldly entities, you need to play by their rules… I would choose a door with the magic number 13…
As you walk through the field of doors, you find yourself standing in front of door number 13. An air of uncertainty surrounds you, and you can't help but wonder if there's a trick to these doors. Trusting your instincts, you decide to open it, hoping it will lead to something different. However, much to your dismay, it too leads to a vast void, and now the other doors disappear behind you. Embracing the unknown, you take a step through the door you chose.
The journey through this new void seems endless, and doubt begins to gnaw at you. Were you mistaken? Was there no trick to these doors after all? Suddenly, in the distance, a faint glow catches your attention, and a spark of hope ignites within you. Hastening your pace, you move towards the source of the light, yearning for a rewarding revelation. But, as you draw nearer, you are taken aback to see a figure running towards you.
With caution, you slow down, and the figure does the same. As the distance closes, you realize the truth - it's your own reflection running towards you in the form of a mirror door. Relief washes over you, and you push the door open, eager to discover what awaits you on the other side.
Stepping through the door, you find yourself on solid ground, surrounded by a lush forest. You examine your hands and body, reassured to see they are unchanged. You felt some disappointment as you didn't get a new body. But, perhaps this experience has given you a fresh perspective on life, a newfound appreciation for what you have. Because, who knows what you could have ended up as.
However, an odd feeling lingers, possibly a result of your prolonged time in the void. Ignoring it as mere fatigue, you rub your hands on your face, only to be gripped by sheer horror. Your features are missing. Your eyes, nose, and mouth are all replaced by flesh. Panic sets in, and you try to scream, but silence follows. Desperate, you run, not knowing where to go, but the need to escape overwhelms you. Your frantic sprint leads you to a lake, and upon seeing your reflection, you collapse in despair. Somehow, you can see and breathe. And, as you hyperventilate, no tears fall from your eyeless face.
Yet, your solitude is short-lived. As a young man happens, cross your path as he walks along the lake shore. Worried for your well-being, he approaches you, asking if you're okay. Facing him with your featureless face, he screams and falls unconscious. In a moment of desperation, you unconsciously shift your form to match his appearance. His memories flood your mind.
He is here with his friends on their annual college camping trip. They are not too far away. But, what should you do?
You could dispose of the original and live his life. You could run away and start a new life, leaving the original alive and scared with memories of the monster he saw. You lean by a tree looking into the water. You think about your next step. At least you weren't that monster anymore. And, with that thought, your body begins to revert back to your faceless form. You panic and concentrate on being the young man again, and your body takes his shape. You realize you are now a shape shifter. You could live any life. You'd never be bored with life, jumping from identity to identity.
But, even now, it's hard to remember who you really were. Weren't you always this college kid? Yeah, and then you became a shape-shift, right? But, then why is there a completely identical yet unconscious body next to you? You couldn't have always been this college kid? Then who were you? Every new identity you take on ... are you even truly living it. Or, are you just a copy of the original. Are you even alive, or are you just an echo ... a reflection. You begin crave an identity of your own. You will try to find who you were before. But, you'll never succeed in finding that missing piece. The person you were doesn't exist anymore.
Trading your own identity to be a reflection of others ... was it worth it?
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