The Golden Visit
The dream begins not with a sound, but with the sudden, violent shattering of the mirror that has served as the window into your own face for the last three decades, a fragmentation so precise and cold that each shard retains a perfect, undistorted reflection of your eyes, your jaw, the gray threading through the hair you have not cut in years, a geometric explosion of selfhood that scatters...
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