Asur - Welcome To Your Dark Side

It was home.

He picked up the knife.

Asur stared at his reflection—not the one he showed the world, but the one that stared back only in the dead of night, when the city slept and the last honest light had flickered out. That version of him had sharper teeth. Hungrier eyes. asur welcome to your dark side

Finally, said the silence. You were getting so boring. It was home

He’d spent years building walls. Meditation. Morality. A quiet life in a quiet apartment with plants that he watered religiously and a cat that purred only when he told the truth. That version of him had sharper teeth

Asur looked at his reflection one last time. The sharp teeth were gone. So were the hungry eyes. Now, the man in the mirror looked peaceful. Free.

Here’s a short story based on the phrase The mirror didn't lie.