Portrait.

"It's a mirror?" Only moments had passed since the light, a pin prick in the periphery at first, turned blinding, taking hold. Awash in white, a glint flickered across a sliver disc emerging from the void. Instinctively focusing on the reflection, my mind's eye turned out to see itself. Against the infinite blank I searched for the unknown, but my stark outline appeared familiar, unchanged. A grand expanse laid out for what, then? No answer, no instruction, but the light's intention could not be mistook. An electric heat crackled from my spine as the paralytic realization crystallized. "It's just me."