It reflects my external image with a right exactness.

The internal image is obscured and clouded to the Stranger.

I look into my own face and see what the Stranger sees:

My mask.

My face ripples with a sense of insecurity, mocking the inside of me.

Can the Stranger see what I see?

It's a lie!

My reflection has betrayed me!

My concealed secrets are being publicized with unbearable surprise.

Rushing frantically.

Paranoia.

My hand strikes the water.

I disappear.

But in that sense…do I really?

A feeling of worried realization washes over me.

Only the Stranger holds the key to the answer of my reflection.

But also, a question arises.

Am I not the Stranger to others?