How do I get back?

You feel the disorientation building up as you spin around, unable to see a obvious way back home.

Panic starts to take a grip, sending you by sheer blind luck back between the two trees.

In an instant, as if the whole world had just blinked, your find yourself skidding and trying to stay balanced on the slipper ocean of broken mirrors.

It takes a long time for you to calm down enough to think clearly again. When you do finally regain self control you look at the space between the mirrors. Although it looks like a perfectly normal space at first you realise that if you move your head slowly you can notice a slight ripple in the air, as if looking at a reflection in a ever so slightly warped mirror.

You stand and look at it for a long time, trying to decide if it is a wormhole to another dimension or just to another part of the world. Maybe it was put here by aliens for some unknown purpose, or devil worshippers to summon some dark horror or maybe the spores in the air from the many kinds of mushroom that are growing in this place are making you trip balls.