00:00It began on a quiet morning. When I looked into my bathroom mirror, I noticed something
00:06strange the reflection wasn't the same as the room behind me. The towel was on the other
00:11side, and the clock showed a different time. 7.40. 3am. Exactly 24 hours ahead. The next
00:20day, I checked again. Everything in the mirror matched my house except one detail. My reflection
00:28had a small cut on its cheek. I laughed, thinking it was a trick of light. That evening, I accidentally
00:36scraped my face on the edge of a cupboard in the exact same place. Soon the mirror began
00:42showing more. People. Shadows. Things that hadn't happened yet. A broken glass. A flickering
00:50light. A storm. And every time, whatever I saw came true the next day. Curiosity turned
00:58into fear. I started covering the mirror at night. But every morning the sheet was on
01:02the floor, and the mirror was uncovered waiting for me. Last night, I saw something I can't
01:08forget. My reflection wasn't copying me anymore. It just stood still, smiling. Behind it, written
01:16on the foggy glass, were the words, Tomorrow, you'll take my place. Now it's morning again.
01:22The mirror looks normal, except my reflection blinked a second too late. And when I turned
01:30away, I caught it still staring at me, smiling from the other side.
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