It has no mirror. It is simply there — the original stillness before the first prop learned to pretend.
Listen.
We are all kodiprop to something. A thought we think about thinking. A love that loves its own reflection. A door that opens onto the hallway of a door that opens. kodiprop
Then step away. Let the room grow cold. When you return, one of them will be gone, and the other will be almost what it was. It has no mirror