Issac SilliS ıssɐƆ [They/Them] Away from this archives usual inputs on the Sinners of the City, this entry of a strange phenomena from a World far away. Simply preferring Sillis, both Issac and Cassi do as they can to stay as similar as possible; though not difficult as both are the reflection of the other. Due to unknown reasons, their reflections do not line up exactly; one was assigned male while the other female at birth. Due to this occasionally the other moves ever so slightly out of sync, to prevent issue they simultaneously decided to dress androgynously so others would not notice the abnormality within reflections. Though as a happy accident discovered this bringing a sense of comfort. The existence of the other bringing far from comfort, bringing anxiety and existential dread any time they view the other within a mirror. Worse; after waking from sleep both acquire the memories of the other and find it difficult to separate the other from themselves, even if their memories are nigh exactly the same. To an extent they truly believe they swap bodies occasionally if not every night.
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"I woke up this morning and looked in the mirror… Again I can't tell if this is me, if this was always me… Or if we switched. Every night I remember their memories, I try so hard to keep myself… But I can't. I vividly remember putting on that new bra, commenting on the fabric… But I don't need it. I checked the closet and found it unopened, because I mistakenly bought it thinking 'I' needed it, but I was remembering 'them' needing it… It's always those moments when a mirror isn't around when something is different. But I'm always so scared to look into the mirror, and no matter what anyways they're there, why? There's no reason… Then I sleep and remember why, or I remember the other asking why. The bathrooms are reversed, I bought an extra set… Am I dragging them along, or are they? Am I real? Are they? Neither of us? Or are both? Is everything predetermined and I have no will of my own? Just little differences simply because someone called me he instead of she, the little time difference when changing clothes, but it all syncs back up… My very will determined by something or someone else… No matter how embarrassing, how dangerous, how scary they always do the same in front of the mirror. But what would that prove? It'll all be the same again anyways, maybe just the hope that I'm me… But in the morning I'll lose all that just because I can't tell who I am when I wake up. And what scares me is that I'm the reflection, and maybe one day I'm the one that doesn't wake up." ----
They are being watched. We can hear the sound of cracking glass... Perhaps the reason they are broken. End of Log.
