Better in the dark

I’ve grown but I’m no grown up

In the mirror I am grown. Fully, and wholly, a human being.
Looking inwards I am small. 12 years old, marveling at the person I’ve become, and the person I somehow was and still am.
Separate, side by side, I exist on multiple planes, in many directions, through all dimensions, different but constant.
The same.

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[Relic]

This almost sounds like something out of science fiction. Interesting.