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With a desperate yearning in his heart, he extended his trembling hands toward the smudged and murky surface of the crystal glass. Through its hazy reflection, his exhausted face loomed, adorned with streaks of dirt and remnants of tear stains from hours of inconsolable weeping. The image in the mirror mimicked his every movement, as if it were an extension of his own being. As both sets of outstretched hands pressed against the glass, an inexplicable force seemed to propel them forward, breaching the fragile barrier of the pane.

There was no shriek of terror, no expression of fear on the faces of both figures. Instead, they stepped through the looking glass with an unspoken determination. The realm beyond beckoned, and they heeded its call. One by one, their feet crossed the threshold, until finally, one version seamlessly took its place on the other side of the crystal mirror.

A sudden shift in surroundings startled him. No longer was he sprawled upon a worn and disheveled floor. Instead, he found himself reclining upon a surface that glistened with a pristine polish, radiating an ethereal glow. And as his gaze wandered, he discovered that the once-dirty pane of the crystal mirror now sparkled with immaculate clarity, void of his own reflection. It had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the haunting emptiness of the room he had awakened in.

"Sir...? Where are you? It's time to head to your father's funeral." The first words that reached his ears were tinged with a mixture of concern and urgency. The creaking of a door followed, revealing a figure clad in a somber suit. A warm smile graced the man's face as his eyes fell upon the person he had been searching for. "Ah, there you are, Sir Philip," he greeted, a gentle tone lacing his words, as if holding a profound understanding of the journey Philip had undertaken.