Simon remained close to the opening, his raised hand slowly falling.
He looked again, searching for something that would prove he had been mistaken. The image stayed clear, and his mouth could not help but open in disbelief.
"What… the… fuck?"
A man stood beyond the barrier.
He resembled Simon.
The familiar features were there, but older and more sharply defined. His face held a maturity Simon's present body lacked, although that alone couldn't explain the difference.
The man was beautiful to an almost unreasonable degree.
A straight nose, a firm mouth, and a jaw that made Simon unconsciously touch his own. Nothing looked out of place. Even calling that face perfect seemed inadequate.
Long white hair was tied behind his head, with a few loose strands resting against his neck. His eyes were black, and they remained fixed on something outside Simon's view.
He wore black trousers and nothing over his upper body.
