You insist that what seems to be a mirror must indeed be a mirror. Upon insistence, the mirror perpetuates. Suddenly, all around you seems at once to be comprised of mirrors.
You hear a faint and eerie voice: "Welcome to the labyrinth".
You feel an infinite vertigo and are slowly engulfed by a soft blindness that slowly washes into an encompassing puffy whiteness. You find yourself , again, in the marshmallow