He emerged through the rain of shattered glass and silver droplets to the other side.
It was not his bedroom reversed but a silver meadow blooming with diamond flowers that glittered under a white sun.
He glanced back at the mirror portal, now a shifting mosaic of shards around a window of normalcy. Reassuringly present. Then he looked on ahead.
Because somewhere here on the other side of the mirror were the answers he sought.
But first, he needed to find himself.
Thanks to AHuggingSam on ko-fi for the prompt ‘on the other side of the mirror’.
Image by Shah Zairul Azmi from Pixabay.