As usual, at the end of the last day of the week, you are preparing for yet another ball – a ball, which is nothing new, so you do what you need to do in a slightly habitual manner, skilfully, you style your hair with trained gestures, you make your face beautiful and put on appropriate clothes. You are dipping into that night, but everything remains ordinary, “you are yourself”, you start a conversation freely and even keep an eye contact. But somewhere deeply in your mind you begin to see that this whole algorithm unseals, your senses disrupt, as if you were moving to the mythical other side of the mirror, where you lose control over “yourself” and you come face to face with your dark “Self”.