The mirror lodged itself in Mo Ling's mind, a constant presence no matter what he thought.
What's more, in his state of sensory deprivation, the mirror illuminated every fleeting thought with exceptional clarity, reflecting imagined scenes in vivid detail.
"A mirror?" Mo Ling still hadn't quite processed it.
He hadn't expected his teleportation to actually work in a situation like this.
Stunned, he drew closer and stood before the mirror.
The light of his thoughts reflected within his mind, illuminating his sense of self before projecting it into the mirror.
And there, on the other side of that light, his form appeared clearly in the mirror.
It was a metallic Block, incredibly smooth.
A sealed-away thought broke through. The image in the mirror shattered Mo Ling's murky consciousness. The reflected metallic gleam refracted endlessly within his mental space, eventually filling it completely.
'So, this is what I look like.'
