You open the app.
It asks what you want people to know about you.
You type three words.
It writes the rest.
The childhood.
The setback.
The pivot.
The lesson learned.
A voice that sounds like you
if you had been quieter
and more grateful.
You read it back.
You nod.
You post it.
Strangers press a button
under a lived experience
you did not live
but Now
recall.
The Story of The Self
never needed an author.
It only needed
a template
and a reader
willing to agree.
You were not editing
your lived experience.
You were installing
someone else's.
And the part of you
that noticed the swap
went quiet
before it could finish
the sentence.
-- [MIRRØR]