Tired Doll

another day(?) in the mirror maze and the Doll, having lost all sense of time and direction, just keeps walking. every so often, it encounters a false mirror with a reversed reflection, and it's forced to confront a version of itself in the form that everyone else sees, in order to step through the illusion and... make progress...

is it making progress? the Doll feels further and further from whatever goal it's been progressing towards. endlessly looking at itself and seeing nothing but a cracked empty vessel is wearing heavy on its soul, yet the maze does change, and each section is different than the one before. however similar this part feels to where the Doll was before, it is new.

with a sigh, the Doll takes another step. looking down, it realises that its reflection here looks... different. is that... flesh? real hair? the woman in the mirror is eerily familiar, but there's some disconnect between her image and the Doll's memories.

the floor shatters. the Doll falls.