They pass each other in the street. They pause after a moment. The realisation sets in.
They slowly turn to each other. It's already too late. They have to at least confirm what happened.
Beautiful, sparkling, the two men stare at each other as reality around them ceases to function. Mountains in the distance crumble and fall into a spiraling, twisting blackness.
A brief breeze causes their identical hair to sway, before the wind too is erased from this world.
"Ah, but 'tis a worthy end." one of them says, admiring the mirror image of himself for the brief seconds that remain.
"Ah, the only end worth seeing."














