Overview: When I look in the mirror,a face that is not mine stares back at me. Who is this stranger with dead eyes? "What do you want?" I shout angrily at the mirror. "What on earth are you doing this for?" I rub my temples. I can barely breathe,and I feel like I'm going crazy. What am I doing? What have I done? The boundary between dreams and fear is fading,and the door to madness is closing in. "Under the skin,deep in the bones,the terror of the soul leaves its mark in stone." Have I woken up? The world seems the same as always,but my memories feel strange. How long have I been here?
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