"BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?" a voice said behind her, and she turned to find herself face-to-face with...
Herself.
The figure standing before her was an exact mirror image—same dark hair, same uncertain eyes, same nervous fidgeting with her hands. But there was something fundamentally wrong about the reflection, something that made Mailah's skin crawl with instinctive dread.
The other Mailah's smile was too sharp, too knowing, and when she moved, it was with a predatory grace that belonged to something wearing her face rather than truly being her.
"Are you a Dream walker?" Mailah managed, her voice sounding small and strange in this impossible landscape.
The creature wearing her face tilted its head with an expression of mild amusement.
"Whatever name they call me now doesn't make a difference. Names are just labels humans use to make sense of things they don't understand." Her voice was Mailah's voice, but it seemed to echo. "The real question is: do you know why you're here?"
