Herself.

With words accessible to everyone, she tries to communicate something to no one. There's no one there. She is consumed by a void. She realizes that entity that tries to transmit a message which she cannot understand. There is something immense and radiant inside that prevents access to that portal and projection outside. A medley that manifests itself from time to time. She keeps a record of it, she saves everything. The thing is that she loves that mixture that jumps and reflects incomprehensible lights and textures. She opens her eyes, notices electrical interruptions and cuts. She claims to be what she wants to be, but the girl was already planned as such an existence a long time ago, I dare say, even before time existed. That's right, she is the main doer individual, she gets distracted and forgets that she created herself. Within her travels, which she once decided to venture, and probably never return, memories of places that, according to her, she never accessed, interfere. She realizes that there are more sequences, even more than she believes. In other words, for the confused or sleepy ones, one could say that there are more "they." Yes, she multiplied herself, without any purpose at all. Traumatized, I asked her, because there must be some reason why she made this abysmal place. With a mischievous smile, despite her apathetic face, she said "Maybe." She stared at me in silence for a few minutes. She then blinked and I realized I was in front of the mirror this whole time.