A Tomb of Mirrors
They were thrilled when the greater haunts paused because of me, seizing the chance my sacrifice gave them to flee without a backward glance.
My awareness, my every sensation, did not fade until I was picked clean. I felt it all, every moment of being devoured. I saw with my own eyes my transformation from a person to mere fragments.
However, who could have guessed that I, who had been tortured to death in the apocalypse, would find myself reborn a month before it all began?
Staring at my whole, unharmed reflection, it all felt like a distant dream.
I had to pinch myself, hard, before I could believe it: I was actually reborn!
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