Paige hadn't been able to resist the pull of the music; it had called to her, as though it had always been there waiting for her, and only had now she recognised it. The moment had come for her to reach for it. It was for her alone. All she could see were her eyes reflected in the mirror, but as she gazed they seemed to become deeper and darker, pools of shadows that could drown you, shifting as though moved by a current, inviting her in.
There was no way she could move away from her counter-self in the glass, there was a magnetism that would not let go. She had found herself instinctively reaching out to touch the glass, and had experienced no wonder or disbelief when the smooth surface had rippled before her and she felt a cool hand take hers and lead her forward.
It felt like she had been there forever, as she was welcomed by the song, like water around her, supporting her, and the stars, floating in their sea of shifting darkness. No panic this time, just contentment.
Somewhere, deep inside her, impossible for her to take hold of, yet present on the edge of her thoughts was a tiny acknowledgement of the life she had left, the world of sun and movement, where she had a role to fill, something urgent to tell. But it was growing smaller by the second, as she felt no need to discover what it was, unconsciously letting go of her being and embracing the destiny that seemed as though it had been waiting for eternity. Soon she had no knowledge beyond the stars, no knowledge besides the music that obeyed her and her role to protect.