Dahlia looks around at her strange landscape. Mirrors, lots of mirrors, stacked haphazardly to her sides and extending as far as she can see. She turns and her reflections turn with her. She stands in the middle of a long thin hallway. She takes a step forward and her uncountable reflections take one with her. How did she end up here?
The floor of her landscape is made of glass and when she looks up, it is to find the same glass covering the ceiling. She is in a box of glass. Her heart kicks up.
"Hello?" She calls out and takes another step forward. She sees that she is dressed in the familiar designs of her customary armor in Solaria. Her hand stretches out to touch a mirror beside her and when her finger touches the surface a shock courses through her and she jerks her fingers back. Sh
