it was staring back through the mirror-doorway, eyes glowing in a way she hadn't seen during other inspections.

the other physical changes could be something else entirely. black veins binding the planes of her body were new tattoos, appearing of their own volition. sharpened teeth were easily hidden behind unimpressive lips, years of braces for naught. claws passed off as false nails. the glowing eyes would be harder to explain.

she touched it, the reflection, half-expecting to fall through the mirror's arch. as her claws met the cold glass, the intrusion sent ripples through its—her—naked visage.

enter, it urged wordlessly, and become.