As I took a sip from my tea, the room felt a bit different. Different in such a way that it enabled me to let my unconscious take over.

The wall I was leaning against seemed to change. It was turning into a door. A door made of small curved mirrors… All paintings on the wall faded away slowly. There I was, left alone with a door to enter. Was this a question of bravery? “Temptation, temptation…” So I heard the voices sing. I must admit, I felt kind of scared. Like a baby felt giving birth to her first mother. Before I could change my mind, I quickly grabbed my book and opened the door. I was expecting a divine forest, green and huge. Quite the contrary, the door led me to another room with mirrors on all of its walls, ceiling and floor. I could see the reflection of everything in the room but not myself. The door had vanished and my book looked a lot different to me. What was it that I was to do here? What exactly did I leave behind? This thought made me smile, like a mother smiled while giving birth to her own mother…

Leaving my book in a corner of the room, I observed the mirrors. Why was my reflection not there? In a room like this, how could I see what differences this journey might have made in me? After a couple of minutes, I was surprised to discover that I couldn’t see the reflections of the things that “touched” me. My clothes, my shoes, my earring… All became visible as I took them off. “The book!” I said, “where is it?” turning into the corner where I left it. Its reflection was still there. Looking at me and smiling like my mother smiled, giving birth to my grandmother…

Somehow, I knew the cure was in this room but where? The endlessness, which the mirrors have formed, gave me an idea. Why was I thinking that the other side of the mirror was inaccessible to me? “Temptation, temptation…” So I heard the voices sing. I must admit, I felt kind of scared. Like a warrior felt, being slain by his new-born baby… Feeling I might have found the cure, I took a step into the mirror. There I saw my “other” self sitting in that room, looking at the wall, writing a truly odd story… I can’t say he was astonished though, seeing me standing against him, naked.