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Two characters wander in a house and meet without actually being in the same physical space. They interact with each other, and communicate in an uncanny manner.
Arisen from Lewis Carroll’s Through the looking glass, my intention is neither to illustrate nor describe Alice in her adventures, I do not wish to cross the mirror into the other side, but to BE the Mirror.
Is the house the mirror, or is the character her own mirror?
What lies through the looking glass?
I am aware of your existence, I do see you, but are you my mirror or am I yours…