Infinity's Web

"Look in the mirror, Ann." A gap . . . a void . . . a black infinity . . . terror . Her mind cleared as if she had stepped out of darkness into lamplight; her own face stared at her. She knew the light brown hair, the pale eyes, the high cheek bones. Then, as she watched, the dimensions of time and space flowed together. She felt as if she were at the center of a cyclone whose contours were the fabric of the universe. . A thousand projections of her self flashed across the face in the mirror: some older, some younger, some younger, some sick, some in vibrant health, some as she had never known herself to be . Bewildered, her mind hovering on the brink between clarity and chaos, she half-turned. Behind her, another Ann turned in bewilderment, and another behind that one. The corridor formed by the two mirrors opened up Iinto infinity, and she was stepping into fog . . . air beneath her feet . . . darkness . One of the mirrored Anns screamed .