Deeper.24.05.30.octavia.red.mirror.mirror.xxx.1...

“Octavia,” she said, and the glass corrected itself to Octavia.Red as if addressing an attendee at a masquerade.

Mirror answered with another set of imprints: Mirror.Mirror.XXX.1... a taxonomy of selves. It was not listing options; it was offering routes. Each ellipsis folded into the next possibility like doors in a long hallway. She felt the pull of the unknown at the base of her spine, like hunger translated into light. Deeper.24.05.30.Octavia.Red.Mirror.Mirror.XXX.1...

“Take one,” it said. “Try it on.” “Octavia,” she said, and the glass corrected itself