The Glass Shows Too Much

"What…?" he muttered, stepping closer to one of the panels. His heart gave a strange jolt. He saw himself—not in the present, but changed. Gone was his usual smirk, replaced by a grim, hollow stare. Dark tendrils of mist coiled around his limbs like living chains, pulsing with a sinister energy. The Mikhailis in the reflection looked isolated, shadows curling at his feet. Is that me if I lose control…? The idea made his throat tighten.