[ WP ] Your whole life you 've been able to see other dimensions through mirrors . It was always interesting to see the other dimensions and their variations , that is until all the mirrors started to black out .

Whenever I needed time alone, I'd go for long walks on the outskirts of town. The edges of wilderness kept creeping in to reclaim civilization and it was peaceful here. 
 
 An old car, paint flaked and half destroyed had weeds growing under the hood. Every year, the car sunk deeper into the soggy earth. The driver side mirror held a world of fractals, beautiful and complex. I'm sure if it was a bigger mirror I'd be moved to tears. A soft chink, and a piece fell. 
 
 The mirror turned black. 
 
 A weird feeling filled the pit of my stomach. A sickening lurch as if my insides were momentarily weightless. Anxiety prickled at me, something was wrong. 
 
 The evening sun was low in the sky, deep reds and lazy purples were swelling from the horizon. I wished that I could paint and do nature justice. It would of been a good evening to wear a sweater. Another wave of sickness swam through my innards and I inexplicably knew where I had to go. 
 
 I quickened down the cracked pavement and went down a sandy bank, grit trickled into my shoes as I reached the bottom. 
 An old dresser mirror propped against a rotting bookcase of an abandoned house met me. It was there that I first found something else that had The Sight. They were waiting for me, as they always do. I had never once been to the mirror first, and I was always the first to leave again. 
 
 It's hard to describe Phalen. 
 
 We sat and stared. We communicate, but trying to explain it would be like telling a blind person of the colour red. 
 
 Phalen knows of the mirrors going black. Phalen always knows first. I feel the terror coming from the mirror, the helplessness. I knew it was coming for us all. 
 
 In those last moments, Phalen tried to tell me something, the way an old man knows what he ought to have done before his flesh failed him. 
 
 A clean break sent the mirror falling, and I knew Phalen was gone. 
 
 The purples of the sky were overtaking the reds and the sun was beneath the skyline. I set off running, my heart and mind racing. I was confused and panicked and no one could help me. Were we safe? 
 No. Phalen had broke that illusion. Everything humans had discovered. We were one of many. A cell in an organism. A brick in the wall. 
 
 The wire fence surrounding the derelict carnival had many gaps in it and I turned sideways to edge through one. My shirt caught on a loose wire and tore a ragged hole. My side ached as blood welled up through the scrape. The ground of the yard was mucky and my legs were soon soaked in mud and dirty water. 
 
 I pushed through the faded wooden doors of the fun house and staggered in the dark even though I'd been here a hundred times. 
 
 I emerged in the hall of mirrors. The glow of countless mirrors in colours and lights like an infinitely complex and beautiful firework shimmered and flickered like a candle in a breeze. 
 
 It started in the west wall. The mirrors splintered and came crashing down into shards on the floor. Each mirror death left a ringing in my ears at a sustained tone that were the collective wails of an entire universe and every being in it. 
 
 I dropped to my knees and sobbed with terror, wishing to gouge my ears out to quiet the terror surrounding me. 
 
 The sounds unified into a chorus of anguish that soon transcended my senses and became all encompassing as the mirrors I had spent my life looking into became piles of broken glass like pathetic gravestones. 
 
 Silence reclaimed the room and I realized that I had shut my eyes in a feeble attempt to calm myself. I expected the room to be dark, but a single light from a door-sized mirror gave the room a soft, dull glow. 
 
 A thunderous horn filled the air with a noise so horrible, it could only be heralding the arrival of oblivion. 
 
 I trembled as I stood and walked to the mirror, drawn like a moth to flames. 

