Translated from RU
I stand on the shore of a calm lake. The water is perfectly smooth and reflects the sky like a mirror. On the opposite side, I see a person—he looks exactly like me, but he is dressed differently and smiles with more confidence.
He waves at me and invites me to come closer. I take a step toward the water—and suddenly find myself in the middle of the lake, standing on the surface as if on glass. Suddenly, the reflection disappears, and I see only the dark depths beneath me.
A boat without oars emerges from the water. I sit in it, and it sails on its own to the spot where the "second me" stood. Now there hangs a mirror in a wooden frame. I look into it—and see a completely different person: gray-haired, older, but with the same gaze. He says, “Are you still afraid to be yourself?”
At that moment, the mirror cracks, the water churns, and the boat begins to sink. I try to swim, but when I dive—I find it easy to breathe, just like on the surface. I open my eyes underwater and see hundreds of mirrors descending into the depths.
