Zikru the idea.

He had an idea. During an ordinary day, Zikru, tired as always, was trying to find a revelation, an explanation, a solution. What he was looking for was in his reflection, in the mirror. Was it his in-sight? Maybe it was what he was staring at. He wanted to heal his tiredness throughout his own reflection.

Using it to fill the void, the lack of substance, the wrong facets. To cancel weaknesses, to save from decline. In front of him, just a mirror, a common bathroom mirror. What if he could invent a healing mirror? He thought about what he needed, being not scared by the magic he had to perform, con-sidering that everything had to be complementary to his mirror. An entire world of structures and objects to make it possible. It was not just the specialist, but all the instruments, the tools, the place, and the assistants. It was the whole picture to perform the magic, but of course, everything orbits around knowledge. The primordium. The fact itself made by the invention.