It steps into view. A beam of blinding shocking white cuts into it. It is startled for a short second before... it becomes mesmerized, astonished by what it sees. It steps closer, and closer, and— much too close now. But, still, it is captivated. It looks at a blank mirror face, an expression it is all too familiar with. Clear. Plain. Marked. It grimaces. I don't look like myself— Don't lie. You don't feel pretty anymore.