A Shift in the Glass

My joints clicked into focus with sudden clarity. I glanced down at my left hand—the small red rose held firmly between my fingers—and then tilted my head. In the round blue mirror right beside me, the reflection followed instantly! Testing the mechanism, I lifted my right arm forward, fingers slightly open. The mirror duplicate replicated every angle without a millisecond of lag. This isn't just painted plastic; every hinge and pivot responds to my intent.