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Day 7 of continuous gazing at myself in in the mirror: My image has warped in the mirror. Where once was a a pristine and perfect visage of malice now exists a portal. I see the creature. It is like me but with strange protuberances. It is oozing something which smells sweet and putrid at the same time. The creature's words are incomprehensible. And yet they seem to beckon me to step into the void. It will step through and guard my place in my reality while I explore. This is a kindness. The forbidden treasures in the other place are calling to me. Maybe I should just take a quick sojourn? The voices tell me to trust the creature. And yet a faint other voice in my mind begs me to flee. It tells me that the creature lusts for entry into our mortal realm. But I must not trust this other voice. It is a deceiver.
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