Miss Yazzie? How much do you know about mirrors?

Yes, Yes, I know, a peculiar, PERPLEXING question to be asked by someone who hasn't... formally... introduced himself yet. But really: Think about it!

Do you, you, Miss Opal Yazzie, know how they're even made? I mean, it's not at all like it matters because I doubt that humanity, mine or yours, would be capable of creating something so beautiful, so cosmically brilliant. I want you to look into your reflection, right now. There has to be something, a window, your computer monitor, a... mirror. Ha. Doesn't exactly matter what you're looking into, right? It's all the same picture? Just... you? One to one? Staring back at yourself?

I'm sure that's what we'd all like to think. But looking through that mirror... what you truly see... is another world. Another realm. One potential universe. Anyone could tell you that no matter where you look, there's always distortions. At the bare minimum, it'll be, well, mirrored. That's what you're seeing, Opal, humankind, who- whoever sees this really. You're seeing your world through a slight... undetectable... warp.

As you run through inifinity, passing through millions upon billions upon trillions, numbers so unfathomably huge your brain couldn't hope to understand, you start to see... changes. Warps. In one world, Sol Gomez is the Phoenix. Has that happened here yet? I don't know. Timelines are a whole other situation that we, erm, need not get into. BUT. In another world, he might be Thunderbird! Or even a space cadet!

Let's hope that grief does not make yet another monster, shall we?

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