Reflections of the Abyss

In this room, suspended between worlds, the boundaries of reality dissolve. Once solid mirrors now melt, as if refusing to reflect the truth. They drip like liquid silver, pooling onto the floor, which shows the distorted reflection of a lone figure standing at the edge. Before them lies an abyss, and from it stretch long branches resembling human arms, reaching into the unknown. The figure stands motionless, aware that every step could reveal a new world, or perhaps, only emptiness. Above, stars flicker faintly, casting dim shadows, but whether they light the path or deepen the darkness, no one can tell.