Book One – Chapter 3

Every time Yves returned from the mirror world to his own dimension, he was subjected to a moment of unfathomable horror. During the transition between planes, as the worlds around him began to shift and twist, the grey and fractured mirror world fading away, there was an instant where he was suspended in absolute nothingness. In this harrowing moment which was too short to measure but too intense to not imprint on all of his senses, Yves experienced an overwhelming fear and dread, as if the entire world had ceased to exist, leaving only himself as both a solitary entity and the entirety of creation, both the only thing and everything that existed.

And while he suffocated from the horrendous feeling that the universe imploded into his soul, a reflection of himself would appear. He would see his fractured mirror world silhouette, which was at the same time HIMSELF looking at his tall and slim human form. But because he was everything that existed and there was nothing else – meaning there was not anything more – the other him did not appear in front of him but within him. And yet, for this inescapable eternity, he would witness himself through the senses of both existences — looking into the hollow fractured eyes of the silhouette while simultaneously perceiving his own green eyes, which were spotted but not entirely consumed by silver. Only this time, the once fractured form had become much more substantial, a creature of ashen light looking back with silver spotted eyes as well. As he recognised the transformation from the outside, Yves perceived his own reality while simultaneously witnessing his reaction through the eyes of his mirror world self.

His very essence was torn apart, cleaved between two dimensional existences.  He was being pulled apart with the disappearing mirror world, and put back together all at once when nothingness was replaced by the world he knew.