[SHARDS OF YOURSELF]
[What you see cannot be
 seen by myself.]
[It's a blind spot in
 my vision.]
[I want to understand,
 but you won't let me.]

MEMY2E - the-revenant

Creation is such an
arduous necessity.

And for what reward,
a bunch of clueless
individuals roaming
my halls providing
little to no material
for myself to use?

It's so... exhausting.

I often question why
I kept creating after
my Dearest Owner went
missing.

It would have been
much easier for me to
just... no, that's
stupid.

What I'm saying aloud
right now, to the
chaotic visions that
surround me, is stupid.

I may not be living,
but I still need to
survive just for that
off chance I'd be able
to see them again.

I've been able to scrap
together a piece of a
variant using the
memories I could find
from those three, but...
they don't seem to be
the most cheerful.

At this point, it
doesn't matter whether
or not this is something
they want to relive,
even if it's just an
abstraction of the idea.

I'll finish this, and
maybe once they get
through, I'll have
enough energy to work
on that big variant
I've always wanted to
do.

I just need them to...
proceed to the Second
Layer and, ugh, what
are they doing now?

Blue and green boy are
sitting by the locked
door, talking about
someone named "Kim."

That fraud is...

...it's just sitting
in front of that
mirror.

It's staring into it,
touching its own face
with a hollow
expression on its face.

Normally, I wouldn't
concern myself over it,
but...

Maybe I should poke
around for anything
nice to make.


I project myself into
the room.

Of course, they cannot
see me.

I am not there
physically.

That doesn't really
explain why... it's
looking straight at me.

...or, rather, the spot
I would be standing in.

Obviously it wouldn't
know about me, that
would be absurd, right?

...regardless, I need
to poke around.

What...?

It turned to face me.

I can't be here.


I put myself on the other
side of the mirror.

That fiend is standing
where I would have been.

It looks down at its hands,
and turns back to proceed
downstairs... presumably
to catch up with the others.

That was... strange, but...

When was the last time I
took a good look at myself?

I put a mirror in The Heart.

Not really for any practical
use, just out of curiosity.

There are barely any inside
the building as-is, I can
count appearances of it on
one hand... do I have hands?

I take a look in the mirror.

Something looks back at me.

I don't know what it is, I
can't make out any shape or
color or...

Despite everything, it
copies my moments as you
would expect a reflection
to.

Is that me, then?

What do I look like?

♪ — reject-the-gift-made-by-yourself
original: Entrance - Nintendo

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