**The Frame Rate of Fear**

**The Frame Rate of Fear**  

My livestream viewers thought it was a prank when the antique mirror arrived. "That Art Deco frame's lit!" commented @HexBae69 as I positioned the 1920s relic in my smart home studio. The attached note chilled me: *For the artist who sees too much - E.V.*  

At 3:33 AM, the motion sensors triggered. My phone buzzed with an alert: *MirrorCam detected 12 faces.* The live feed showed my sleeping form... and eleven translucent figures crowding my bed, their elongated fingers inches from my throat.  

"Deepfake level 1000!" laughed @SpectreBoi. But when I replayed the footage, my own reflection winked.  

The comments turned frantic during next night's stream. "DUDE THE MIRROR IS EATING YOUR BACKGROUND!" Indeed, the gilded frame now contained a corridor stretching into impossible darkness. My studio walls pixelated at the edges, reality itself unraveling into digital static.  

@GlitchWitch1997 typed: "That's no filter - run!" But my legs fused with the floor, veins glowing like fiber optic cables. The chat exploded as my screaming mouth stretched into a Cheshire grin, teeth morphing into USB ports spitting black liquid.  

Final transmission shows the mirror now hanging in a 1928 photo. Twelve blurred faces crowd its frame. My face appears clearer each decade - 1954's Kodachrome, 1987's VHS, 2023's 4K stream. Last night, @HexBae69 messaged me a TikTok link. There I stand, eternally young in the mirror's hellish corridor, whispering to new creators: *This frame holds infinite resolution.*