This realm has effectively become haven for deception. Intruders who feed upon the human desire for normalcy evolved to capture the essence of our entire being. Only to use this mirror image against us. Many a man here have suffered at the hands of what they have come to call, "The Mimics". Savagely he steals your face, worn atop his ancient skin. In tongues forgotten by eons past, his word imbues his new favourite mask. Now forced to speak of all summer past, he will steal your life in this you-shaped cast. Confidence is what put you here, and now confidence is what leaves you last. Did they ever really love you if they never even noticed?