The shortest tale ever

C: I've been here before.
And I don't like what I see.

MIRROR: Is it really the same place, Carol?

C: I don't know. Sometimes it seems like it.
What if it isn't?

MIRROR: If it isn't and you act as if it was...it might become.

C: No.
No!
...
Is it possible that a place looks the same on the outside, but it's different on the inside?

MIRROR: Yes. I think.

C: Then I'm coming in.


And she walked in. She was shaking, but kept walking. Deep inside she knew this was a whole different place. And she wanted to be there. More than anything.