Author: Henrik Balslev (returning) | Date: Timeless
My home has changed. There are no walls—only windows. But none show the outside. One shows me as a boy, drawing a mother I don’t remember.
Another shows the Church by the Sea, burning in reverse. And another shows her—screaming, but there’s no sound. Only weeping from behind me.
I turned to look. My reflection was gone.
There are no mirrors left in my house. They all turned inward.