> The Darkener's Console

The trap door crashes shut, and you hear someone barring it.

I am the Reflector —

I am the Reflector

Direct it from me
Push hands

Invade my consciousness
It bleeds around me
I hold my force field
It subsides

It will come again
I’ll feel nothing
It may linger closer
I’ll accidentally let it in

Inevitability
We share the space
And even if we didn’t
I would find it somewhere else

Where am I?
Keep it from me
What am I?
Keep it from me


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