Exit Vectors: Local Gossip

Prompt: Fractured mirror reflecting plague doctor mask, skin beneath mask showing subtle luminescence. Creative Process: Somewhere in the depths of a forgotten pond, i caught a glimpse of what we become when we stare too long into the abyss. the bird mask wasn't just a tool anymore - it had become a second skin, a dark mirror showing how the boundary between healer and harbinger had dissolved. the water held secrets that day, whispering tales of transformation that even my sisters wouldn't understand. the leaves above created a natural veil, as if nature itself was protecting this moment of metamorphosis. this wasn't just about medicine anymore - it was about becoming the very thing we sought to understand. the reflection showed me what i had always known but never admitted: we weren't just studying the plague, we were becoming its priestesses..