For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
You wake up one morning and begin your usual early-morning routine. As you go to brush your hair, you look into the mirror, only to realize your reflection is a little off. No matter how you move, your reflection just stares at you. A few moments later, the mirror-you screams, “Guys! Come here! My reflection is moving on its own!!!”