..the young japanese looking kid," you say. You think you know why, since from his clothes he looks like he has a easier life than many of the other options. The only problem was he couldn't be older than ten or eleven but for some reason you feel drawn to him. The medium just smiles.
Suddenly, you feel a wave of disorientation, and you are blinded with a bright light. When it finally dies down after a moment, you look around and find yourself in what seems to be a bamboo forest. You cannot see far ahead since the path is dark, but a small wooden and paper lantern rests at your feet. As you reach out to pick it up, you notice how much smaller your hand is. Then you notice you weren't wearing shoes. Instead your feet are in tabi socks, nestled in wooden geta sandals. The look of the socks gives you an almost pidgeon toed look, and you are so surprised you don't notice how small your feet are. As your eyes trail up, you find yourself wearing a wonderful blue and black kimono, detailed with dragons all along the sleeves. A small wooden sword rests at your waist, nestled in the obi sash you wear. Looking into a nearby pool of water, you stare at your face. The face that looks back is unfamiliar, but familiar at the same time. Its the face of the boy in the mirror, a japanese boy only 11 years age. His hair is an unruly mess of black, long to his ears, but some of it is drawn up and tied into a topknot on his head. Touching your face, you realize that it really is yours. Somehow you have become this Japanese boy in the mirror.