[b]A man walks about the dojo, seemingly for no reason, until he stops at a mirror. His face is scarred, his yellow eyes glowing in the sunlight. He breathes[/b] [b]In Out In Out. Suddenly, he sees something else in the mirror. It seems similar to him, with black hair and a red cloak, yet upon its face are the lines of a smile, of a laugh. He knew who this fool was, what the man in the mirror had become. He had become a monster. But this monster had something craved by all beings: power. Unlimited power. Flashes of a wrinkled face, blue lightning, and a red blade that had made an empire through betrayal and lies. Once again looking at the mirror, there was another face. That of a survivor. A man without fear of the unknown. Then, a man with crackling skin that seemed like that of the very earth. Finally, a man in a skull mask, painted red. A healer. This man spoke. [/b][i]You must do this, my friend. You must unite the multiverses. I know, this makes no sense, but you have seen some things that most mortals do not understand. Come, become your true self. Some day it may help you.[/i][b]The man in the mirror held out his hand, and the man on the outside placed his hand on the mirror, and began to be sucked inside. For a while, the mirror acted like water, waving and bubbling.[/b][spoiler]Open, go inside the mirror.[/spoiler] [spoiler]I'm back[/spoiler]