Heads

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

The sound of a drum beat far away guided him as he moved carefully sliding his feet over the ground to see if there was a change in it. 

With his arms in front of him in case, he bumped into something he kept walking following the drum beat.

On the way to the drums, there was a white figure sitting on the ground holding his knees in front of him.

The figure pointed at his pocket and from it, he took a golden coin that illuminated the room for a second. 

When he handed it to the figure the coin became light and it went inside him, the figure became bright and a wave of light moved through the room. 

At that moment he saw that there was no end to it, there were no walls for the light to bump into. 

The figure stood up and thanked him with a gesture as he turned away. The outline of a door was drawn in the air as the figure turned a doorknob and passed through it.

He kept walking following the drums checking for more things in his pocket but they were empty. 

At some point, he felt he wasn't walking alone and somehow he understood it was his reflection. 

Every step he took was taken by the reflection beside him.