So the door is open, if not to a sight that anyone expected. Intriguing.

( Private )

[An odd shuffling sound can be heard, as if someone is limping and dragging their feet, which is accompanied by fairly labored breath.]

I can't... I don't think... I can take any more of this...

[The voice is a quiet mutter, then speaks louder and somewhat angrily.]

I have no more piece of your precious little trinket. Just let me be!

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Whoever broke this mirror seems to have been quite thorough about spreading the pieces around the house. Assuming, of course, that this shard I just found belongs to the same original object as the others that have been picked up.

Is it of some significance, I wonder? One would assume a broken mirror would find its place in the garbage bin...

It appears we have a garden here. And quite the illusion of open land.

This... a building that ignores worlds? Time? Death? Surely... Surely this is not some sort of afterlife? It would seem I walk amongst the living.

How utterly intriguing.