Feferi comes to awareness short of breath, gills fluttering. Everything is-- wrong somehow, a deep pressure all over like visiting her lusus except she can't breathe, lungs burning, gills flaring desperately, black sparks at the edge of her vision and then-- she stumbles against the sudden release of pressure, collapsing to her knees, catching herself on wet hands (wet?) and inhales, choking.

It's worse than slipping between dream bubbles. With those, it's hazy, warping and shifting like, well, a dream. Here, she feels all too real. She flexes her hands, slowly, staring at the puddle she sits in. The water wicks away from her too smoothly, leaving only the faint impression of dampness. And it's too reflective, a mirror running across the floor. Somehow, she's not surprised to see her eyes reflected back, orange and alive and scared.

Where is she? And what's with all of the mirrors? Whatever is going on, her best bet is exploring this strange place. She's all too eager to leave this unsettling room, and makes her way into the hall, calling out a tentative, "Hello?"