She looked into a vast reflection bouncing back from her own eyes. Her father’s always experimented with mirrors enthralled by the Infinite.He said we could reach the Endless, albeit not necessarily understand it.

As a girl, she didn't understand him, but she loved to see mirror-plays with light, crystals, water and other mirrors.

Now, her eyes were truly mirrors as well... and there was no play, there was no game. It was not like her father had said, or was it? She saw her own glassy, cool blue irises reflecting the pure silvery surface, reflecting her face and so on until she could see no more. Around her, an oblivious landscape that could be snow or storm-clouds or night twisted and changed, thousands of faces, a myriad of greys. There was no game at all.

Somehow she couldn't look away, as she saw herself as endless girls, endless women, endless crones. Princesses, sorceresses, huntresses, fools, demonesses, vampiric female beings clutching to her skin. She was spider, she was viper, she was she-wolf and she-tiger and lioness. Infinite streams of non-hers.

Her eyes, wide like frozen moons, like pools of ice, glimmered with the revelation of a thousand millions of hers, with never ending successions of looks, of glares, of stares and gazes. In a reflection she was a many-breasted goddess. In another she was a mare gliding through dark fields. She was afraid and yet excited. She felt sweat running down her skin, beneath her clothes, beneath no clothes, down her fur and her carapace, and her rocky bark. The spiral went on, dread taking her to the void, to where the infinite was nothing. To where she was neglected.

Then... calm. The sun shone, golden on her. Her room was fresh and she was looking at the mirror. She remembered how her father used to play with mirrors. "We're infinite, sweetling" he had said "Though we don't understand how". As her reflection on the smooth crystal surface smiled at her, she thought she had an idea of what endless really meant.”

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