Sleep in the eyes I didn't have. My thoughts were heavy as they lazily bounced around the glass surface of my face. I went to blink the torpor away and yet found myself at a loss as to how. My musings spun around each other slowly as I tired to draw together an explanation of my existence. A hundred foggy half thoughts spinning on the way to a whirlwind of worry. As the thoughts spun faster and faster around my brain the remnants of an eternal dream were pushed further and further away towards its edges. The realm before was being blown away, the impression of floating the only thing remaining as I started to become something once again. I reached out tentatively, my other worries forgotten, seeking to remember something of my life before while I could, and hoping that the strange feelings surrounding me would make more sense with something as an anchor. A fleeting image of a world of purple clouds, it was all I gleaned before the memory was gone, gone in a way that felt strangely different from forgotten. Yet, it was somehow enough to calm me.

I settled back into my thoughts, the whirlwind dispersing before it ever reached a tempest. The thoughts that were important enough to linger were the ones pressing to the right now. who was I? and what did I want? The first didn't feel right, and I changed it to what instinctively, as I peered out at the world beyond myself. I was a mirror. It seemed like I always knew it but that definitely wasn't the case. I also wasn't peering out at the world but instead was peering inwards at the world reflected inside me. A mirror. It felt right to me.

What did I want? What did a mirror want? I knew what I was and could see what I did-but these things didn't help me figure out what it was I actually wanted. What was important, what was my purpose. That's right, what is a mirror's purpose? I couldn't even hope to guess. I had just come alive after all, and my frame still felt heavy. I resolved that it was something I'd have to let come to me, otherwise all I could do was worry. I mentally took a breath and stilled, feeling the torpor starting to return as I waited for an indication of what the the future would hold.

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Mirror Level 0

Almost immediately I was jolted from the coma I'd slipped into. What is that.

I was definitely a mirror. Level 0 meant I was a weak one though. The table was also meant to be filled. It would grow with me. These things I knew although how'd I grow was a mystery. There was more to come though-I could feel it. There was something more to my life than just reflecting. I would need grow, and for that I had to take. It started to clear up for me a little as I drew conclusions from the little I had to work with. I would take what I could from what I saw and use it to move up the levels. I didn't know what the heights would bring but I was excited to climb towards them. A rictus grin formed somehow in the space my brain occupied, or at least the impression of one. With a goal in mind I rested in ease, although I didn't exactly know how to reach it. Still, it was better then just knowing I was a mirror, and being dubious to the veracity of that knowledge.

As I was congratulating myself on my accomplishments the monotony of the reflection shattered. An arm appeared, quickly followed by a torso and a face before someone stepped into my frame, and quickly stepped out of it. I Froze. Panic surged, swelling and crashing throughout me. My thoughts stuttered as everything shot into hyper focus. Important flashed almost visibly in my brain as If I was glued facing the world's largest and most vibrant neon sign. I'd just reflected a person, and I needed to do it again.