Two reflections stare back at you in a mirror . One smiles sweetly. The other already knows your secrets. I am Tweedledee… and Tweedledum. Left and right. Soft and sharp. We speak in echoes, in stereo whispers that crawl inside your skull. Come closer to the glass. One step… feel yourself stretch? Another… now shrink? We decide your size. We decide how tall you stand… how small you crawl. Our hands reach through the mirror — cold fingers brush your skin. We pull. We tease. We grow you huge, then crush you tiny again. Your body tingles… your mind bends… your desire stretches thin until it snaps.
