“What is my purpose here?”
A question with no answer. A voice speaks out where no one could hear. Alone.
No guidance. No direction in sight. Nothing.
They wonder why they are here. They wonder what they are doing in the middle of nowhere. They can only look at the only thing present here.
At themself.
They see a white coat. A lab coat. Are they a pharmacist? A doctor?
They are unsure.
They see a name tag on the lab coat.
Alex Thorley.
Their name is Alex Thorley.
They remember that they are Alex Thorley.
They still need more answers. They rummage through the pockets of the lab coat. A note is inside.
“Alex, find the mirror. It is the answer to everything.”
They are confused. They continue searching the pockets.
Another note.
“You are Alex Thorley. You work for the SCP Foundation.”
Yet another note.
“The mirror is the key.”
And another note.
“You’re tasked with containing the mirror.”
And another.
“This is not the first time you have read these lines.”
They are now certain who they are. They know what to do. They have to find the mirror.
But the place they now are is endless. Empty. Unreal.
They decide to run. Follow the messages. Go find the mirror.
They run. Run on and on. On and on.
Then they stop.
In the distance. A silver gleam. In the corner of the room. In a place that shouldn’t exist in unreality.
There lies a mirror.
The mirror.
In the corner.
Tall. And long.
Has it always been there? Or have they simply never noticed?
The mirror looks back at them.
They decide to walk up to the mirror.
And they look at it.
Alex Thorley.
They take a look back at themself. Their left arm is now their right. They sense something about them is different. They try to say something.
They don't understand the words they’re saying.
A tape rewinding.
A space thick and suffocating.
Alone.
They can feel it.
Look.
Are they still themselves?
They need to look back.
The mirror.
Look back.
They realise something. The mirror just revealed itself to them.
The mirror revealed that they were not themself.
They are not Alex Thorley.
“You are not Alex Thorley.”
Someone just spoke. But no one is here.
“You are nobody. You are nothing.”
The same voice again.
“You still haven’t grasped it.”
“Your purpose.”
My purpose.
“What is my purpose here?”