I open my eyes, and the mirror isn't just a reflection anymore—it's a portal to something vaster and forgiving. In this moment, I am no longer contained. The silver faucets stretch and morph into liquid metal vines, spiraling upward into infinity. The walls melt away, leaving me suspended in a universe punctuated by distant stars and vivid streams of light. Anger is a distant echo now, swallowed by the boundless tapestry unfolding before me. I am free.
