S2E75 - The Mirrored Child Where I Saw Myself Waiting

Luna stands trapped in a concrete bunker beneath a vacant lot, her hands pressed against glass opposite a child version of herself. The mirrors reflect not just her own face but the face of every girl the station has unmade. A phonograph crackles to life, playing a voice that sounds like Luna's but younger, singing a lullaby in a language she almost knows. The child on the other side begins to mouth the words, and Luna realizes the mirrors are not reflecting—they are recording. She breaks the glass and steps through into a corridor lined with doors, each la...