I stare into the mirror, and a stranger stares back. At first, I think it's just my tired eyes playing tricks on me, but then, I notice the subtle differences. The eyes are mine, but the smile is not. The face is mine, but the scars are new. I try to shake off the feeling of unease, but the reflection starts to move on its own, taunting me with secrets I don't know I keep. I'm trapped in a game of cat and mouse, where the stakes are my very identity.
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