Heads

He walked through the doorway into a dark room. The door closed behind him, and there was nothing inside it.

A distant drumbeat echoed, guiding him forward. He moved carefully, sliding his feet along the ground, feeling for any change beneath them.

With his arms held out in front of him in case he struck something, he continued toward the sound.

Along the way, he came upon a white figure sitting on the ground, knees drawn to its chest.

The figure pointed to his pocket. He reached inside and pulled out a golden coin, which illuminated the room for a brief moment.

When he handed it to the figure, the coin turned to light and passed into it. The figure began to glow, and a wave of light rippled through the room.

In that instant, he saw there was no end to the space—no walls for the light to strike.

The figure stood and thanked him with a gesture before turning away. An outline of a door appeared in the air. The figure turned an invisible knob and stepped through.

He continued walking, following the drums, checking his pockets again—now empty.

At some point, he sensed he was no longer walking alone. Somehow, he understood it was his reflection.

Every step he took was echoed by the reflection walking beside him..